Who cares if you went out with a bang or a queef?
Kyle and Taylor are under attack, and Brandi emerges the MVP.
Without Kim there, the reunion leaves far too much drama undiscussed.
And then, Bravo built a gigantic, gaudy wedding tent over the whole garden.
Kim locks herself in a bathroom, and it gets dark.
Kim needs a rock, not a Rock Biter.
The producers must have dangled some sort of carrot-shaped salt lick made out of anti-seizure medication and Peach Schnapps to get Kim Richards back on the show.
Would a lap dance have averted Kim's meltdown?
If it's Monday, it must mean Taylor's weeping at a get-together!
They can't all be scream-filled winners. Sometimes there's just a shoe fashion show.
In which Kim learns the difference between a real horse and a Disney horse. Oh, and a childhood is ruined.
It's hard to imagine how this episode would have been edited if Russell hadn't committed suicide.
Kim's in love? Oh, great. Now who is Kyle supposed to boss around?
And speaking of real: Kim has a boyfriend?
Denial is not a river in your pal Muhammed’s McMansion.
Bullied Brandi goes 'Breaking Bad' on Taylor and dice go flying.
Charades or Pictionary never led to this much wild-eyed lunacy in your house, we'll bet.
These are just two things that the Housewives find declasse this week.
Name: Brandi. Accoutrement: Cast. Claim to Fame: Cuckolded by Leanne Rimes.
The most troubled housewife exploded in a whirling dervish of paranoia, self-pity, and flailing skeleton arms.
Her crazed behavior on the ladies' ski trip (and always) makes for a fine distraction from the black cloud.
What do you do when you know where this is all headed, and it's not good?