I Love Money: The Beginning
Well hello gorgeous dolls, and welcome to VH1′s latest foray into challenge based reality programming – I Love Money. Well, who doesn’t? But we’re not all willing to wade into the cesspool that VH1 calls “celeb”-reality for it. You know, in this world there are two kinds of people. There are those who do, and those who sit back and watch those people make total asses of themselves. I suppose there is a third category for people who waste hours of their day writing about it, but let’s not go there. Better to just head over to Mexico for a wade in the ol’ faux-celeb cesspool. Everybody pack a full body condom? Well alright, let’s go!
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let’s not waste any time.
The first thing we see is two boats speeding through the ocean while tribal music pounds in the background. It’s all very Survivor-esque. This show demands to be taken seriously! We get a brief recap of how they all came to land here, which basically shows a bunch of people getting dumped by Bret Michaels and Flava Flav. Seventeen people. Six reality shows. And one cash prize. Welcome to Mexico, dolls.
And with that, the first person we meet here is Frank, otherwise known as The Entertainer. Have I mentioned no new nicknames? All the Rock of Love hos have already been named, and Miss New York’s very, very hard working production assistants and Flav have taken care of the rest. And thus, I have made the executive decision not to re-nickname those who hath already been nicknamed. It’s repetitive.
So, back to Entertaining Frank. Okay, perhaps a reworking of the nickname. But no more than that, I swear! He was eliminated from Miss New York’s show with her edict that he (and his parents) were losers. Miss New York is so mean. From what I’ve seen of the Entertainer and his family in the preview show, they…well okay, perhaps the loser thing isn’t too far off, but they’re very lovable losers, you know? The kind that could carry their own reality show. Hint. Hint. Hint. Entertaining Frank’s here to win the money, but if he can kill two birds with one stone and also find his true love, all the better use of what remains of his quickly dwindling fifteen minutes.
when’s the reality show where the prize is a ged? i’m good saying.
The next person we zero in on boatside is one of my favorites, Grandma Rodeo! Can I get a YEE HAW? The reason why she’s here on the show is to win money, and that’s all. Good call Granny, as far as these I Heart NY boys go, you’re more man than they’ll ever be and more women than they’ll ever get. This is proved with a flashback to one of my favorite Rock of Love moments ever, Granny in her white jammies, breaking up Psycho Rocker Herpes Lacey’s fight before it dares interrupt her beauty sleep. Granny, I don’t want to hear any nonsense about how much you miss your kid this time. You came to play, now play. Do me proud, Granny.
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Next up is one of those boys, and that’s Chance. He’s from I Love NY, and he’s incredibly scrawny, a condition that’s only accentuated by his enormous trucker hat. And as we all know, there is no love lost between Chicky and the trucker hat. Even though some find him to be a hothead, he’s just keeping it real, says Chance. Chance informs us that as far as the challenges go, he will not be eating any cow “thingys” or Ding Dongs. Is he speaking allegorically, or of the actual chocolate, crème filled cake? Cause those are tasty. I can’t think of a reason why anyone would forgo a Ding Dong challenge.
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Perched on the side of the boat in cheap shades and a new weave, is the biggest whore on the shore, Pumkin. She reminds us that we know her from spitting on Miss New York. Now, there’s no doubt that Pumkin is probably the skankiest skank to ever grace a reality show – I am armed with Lysol spray and prepared to shoot every time I see her face on my television screen – but she is completely accepting of her status of a whore and a bitch, and hello, she spat on Miss New York! Also, she’s guaranteeing some hookup action on the show. It might mean I have to add some Clorox to my arsenal, but so far…Pumkin’s sort of alright with me. I know, weird, but pickins’ are way slim with this group.
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