Be My High Society Friend, Lea Black
Last night I caught up on Monday’s episode of The Real Housewives of Miami, and I’ll say this: You’re all missing the boat.
The first season was horrible, thanks largely in part to Larsa Pippen and that wretched floozy, Christy Rice. Bravo got wise and implemented a formula that was more pleasing to the masses (and yours truly), mixing the grand old tradition of Floridian wealth with lots of silicon, hair extensions and hooker heels.
My affection for Black only grew this past week, when the cameras found her sprawled across a massive bed, editing her debut tell-all about Miami society, a tome that promises to make at least a few mentions of people, places and things that “throb” and “masturbate.”
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Full Disclosure: I will not befriend black if she continues to fraternize with the likes of Joe Francis.