Oh, you got all dressed up for me?
You shouldn't have!
You too, Bobby.
Lookin' good. Lookin' good!
For real: yikes. I'm assuming that this shit was filmed recently, hence the lack of decent sound, coherent promos or a discernible course of action (it really seemed like it was shot and edited during someone's lunch break, which, come to think of it, gave it a nice, so-fucked-up-I-can't-get-off-the-couch feel). But why, then, do Bob and Whit look messier than ever? Wasn't this show's airing a good thing for them? Didn't it give them their first real paycheck in two years? Couldn't they have, at least, bought a couple new wigs instead of finding them on the side of the highways of New Jersey?
I think she's going for that B.A.P.s look.
But whatever, it's nice to see Whit acting so happy. Over and over and . . .
Get her around puppies, and she's ecstatic . . .
. . . in heaven . . .
. . . literally!
I have to admit that as good as it was to catch up with the Houston-Browns, Christmas With the Browns was a tad disappointing. We didn't really get to check in with some of the show's best characters.
Pop was relegated to a handful of split-second shots.
That is not the Gary that I know.
And where the fuck was Skenecia? I mean, don't the Browns and Bravo know that the little girl practically has a cult that formed around her? Praise be to Skeneica! After getting Bob and Whit to sign on for this, finding Skenecia and getting her to attend should have been the first order of business.
Oh well, I guess we have to fake it.
But on the positive side, at least Bob and Whit are still up to their old tricks.
"Oooooh, I wanna dance with somebody who may or may not be or have been physically and/or emotionally abusive."
This dancing, by the way, was inspired by this choir of carolers that showed up at their door . . .
Nothing really gets that ass wigglin' like some tightly arranged white-bread acapella stylings of high school students.
Even more dancing from Whit:
You want an alternate angle, you say? I thought you'd never ask!
In addition to dancing, Bob and Whit are still threatening each other at every turn.
And just flat-out annoying each other . . .
That's a flower she's poking him with.
Bobby says: "You got one big-ass foot. It look like both of your feet is just one foot." Pay no attention to the fact that this makes no sense, and instead concentrate on Bobby having no room to talk about anyone else's feet.
And, on top of everything, Bob and Whit are still scary as hell.
Their ways are not like ours!
Bob says: "Kids, I wanna tell you: there's no such thing as Santa Claus."
That knife he's holding just makes it all that much more festive.
Oh, and BK is looking good and, obviously (if you listened to that clip), surpassing her parents in the realm of social responsibility.
Thanks for that, Bob! And thanks for brushing your teeth . . .
. . . getting your hair done all nice . . .
. . . and for dancing like you're blind to accompany your (surprisingly solid!) singing . . .
God bless them every one!
I mean, that angle says more about how haphazard Christmas With the Browns was than I ever could. But whatever, I'd watch them sleep.
Although it's been said many times, many ways, Bob and Whit. I love you.