The End of My B&Bleeping Rope
What can really be said that hasn't already been said a thousand times? But of course since Brad Bell doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with the show saying everything one hundred thousand times, perhaps it bears repeating.
Liam: You know you sound like Steffy. This is exactly what she said last night.
Bill: Steffy was here?
Liam: Yeah, but nothing happened. I mean --
Bill: Good. That's probably for the best.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, Liam. Sounds great. Stand-up guy, right? Poor heartbroken thing, right?
Just in case any of us have a different dictionary from Liam Spencer's, I'll now take this moment to show you his definition of "nothing happened."
Those are some seriously creative linguistics.
And as much as I don't particularly like Hope, I've had about enough of everyone (including her own mother and "father") saying how immature she is for, you know, not being into the idea of her husband so clearly also being in love with another woman. Yeah, grow up, Hope! Everyone shares their husbands when they're adults! It's what all the mature people are doing!
Seriously, how on this planet is Hope the immature one? After swearing up and down to Hope that he was committed to their marriage and begging her to forgive him, he did the exact thing he was asking forgiveness for. Again. And then skipped work yesterday to frolick on the beach with his ex. Again. This is apparently the grown-up behavior, while Hope is infantile.
I hope she tells him where to shove his douchey ass. He's the one who needs to grow the hell up. Unfortunately, it's no skin off his back because he has a woman waiting in the wings, who apparently doesn't mind sharing his affections.
I'll just continue with my fantasies of Hope and Steffy both telling him where to go, and then the two of them driving off on some sort of Thelma & Louise adventure while he sits and pouts and learns a damn lesson or two.
Oh yeah. Marcus didn't really hit Anthony. He hit a pothole. GRIPPING STUFF, RIGHT?!