It's Monday and I have nothing terribly important to report, so I'll just get up on my hind legs and bitch about the 2 most obnoxious people on television Dr. Robert Rey and his wench of a wife, Haley.
Where else on earth could a slender, pretty man get away with wearing fuscia, silk handkerchiefs & pink ruffle shirts under his pinstriped suit? Where? Me thinks he wears eyeliner too. Where else could a doctor literally man-handle his female patients and get away with it. Trust me, if he weren't on TV and wasn't that good looking, he'd have so many law suits against him. Have you ever seen the show, for pity sake, he rubs his patients. Rubs them. Caresses their shoulders, arms, thighs. Tells them they're sexy and gorgeous and uses every single adjective that a woman would want to hear before getting bent over. Even his slimy voice makes me squirm--he 'baby talks' for crying out loud. "....and she was beeeaauuuu-tifulllll before, but I've made her breasts soooooo pretty---I gave her a nice, pink areolas and because I'm her doctor I can give them a nice, little squeeeeeeeeze".
Oh, what about how he gets after his numchuks (sp?) before his surgeries? Ok, doc, we get it...you're into martial arts. Anything to take our attention off of your blatant homosexuality, right? Just come out of the closet already. I'd feel much better about the silly clothes if he were gay.
Moving onto Haley. I loathe her. From her yellow hair & black roots, to her sunk in eyes and fat lips, right down to her legs that are so skinny, you could drive a truck through her thighs. The woman is emaciated. She claims, "I just forget to eat sometimes. I'm a mother of 2 and my husband is a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon". Yeah, sometimes I forget to eat too, like when I'm sleeping, for example. Her pouting gives me a rash. "Hmmmpht, Robert is never here and he works too much and I'm all alone in this 10,000 square foot palatial mansion with nothing but time on my hands to complain about my sad, pitiful life". "My house is only worth 7 Million, but I want a 9 million dollar house, because my husband is always at work and I'll hold my breath and forget to eat if i don't get it. Mark my words, she'll be divorced and remarried before 2010 and her next husband will be much, much older and not nearly as attractive as Robert (so she won't have to compete, see?). And he'll be a katrillionaire who will be perfectly happy spoiling his little spinner. And then she'll write a book about the travesties of being married to Robert and she'll laugh her way to the bank, while waiting for her husband to die.
That's all. I'm going to check out their message boards to see if anyone feels the same way I do.
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