They were buxom before but they seem so…watermelon-esque this season. Maybe it was the cut of the trampy clothes she was trying on. I say tramp because if she sneezed there would be massive nipple exposure. But hey, the girl's gotta get a new Poppa. She also said she'd shovel shit for Dolce & Gabbana. Girl, you just crazy.

NeNe's hair and skin are the same color as her kitchen cabinets! She’s calling Kim for a powwow between the four ladies. You can hear that Kim's gut is saying it's a set up. And she's completely right, but still agrees to meet with NeNe and Sheree only, no Lisa. But first she wants just her and NeNe to have drinks.

When they meet up Kim tries her best to make up with NeNe but girlfriend ain't having it. She still wants a bigger audience for this massacre and gets Kim to agree to another date with Sheree attending. Then they get down to drinking and being the kind of friends they used to be, without the bullshit.

O, Candy, right. Candy's upset cause her mom does not support her marrying a man who has six kids by four baby mommas. A man who has "various businesses." Mom just thinks she could have made a better choice. Candy's happy with him and likes the fact that he keeps his children in his life. I understand both points of view (but tilt a bit towards Mom).

Candy cries over it but she's a grown up and is going to do what she wants regardless. Her two sweet aunts take her side while her mom pays them no attention.

Later she meets with her producer, a large guy who sits back and looks like a Thanksgiving Day balloon. He sports on of those beards black guys wear that look fake. But I have to say, they were grooving. What she sang of her song was hot.

And then there were three. Kim, you in danger gurl. On their separate ways to the restaurant NeNe talks about confrontation and Sheree, about Kim's been talking behind the everybody's back. But it starts off well enough, with a little laughter as Kim brings out a bike helmet, she says, to ward off the blows.

But these ladies ain't having no mood lightening. No-no-no. NeNe's not having it. She heard you been talking bout her husband Greg being a broke ass you know what. Sheree says she told her that NeNe's house was rented and that Sheree put it on the internet. Everybody's called a fucking liar. Voices are raised and people in the restaurant start standing up to see who's messing with their digestion. Kim's called trailer trash and with that she gives a last "fuck you," turns on her high heels and stomps out.

After all that, NeNe softens and confesses she kinda believes Kim. Ha. As Kim gets near the restaurant exit, Sheree decides she needs an ass kicking, grabs her coat and bag and takes off. The hour ends with the beginning of what looks like a street fight as Sheree shouts at Kim and grabs her hair.

What is it with these women and their loud, vulgar and very public scenes? We're used to all the housewives trading loyalties every other day like eighth graders, but this is different. It might be over for me if they really come to blows. That's just stupid, childish and really beneath them. It’s (and I really hate using this word but) it’s ghetto.

Oh, who am I kidding. I still get a little thrill at it all. But really, isn't there an in-between? You don't have to be ladies, ladies, but you also don't have to be street brawlers.

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