I started reading about the Real Housewives of Miami being canceled when I felt the twinge of virtual garden sheers snipping at my sac. You know, the wisp of the blade that grips your scrote you when you're edging over the cliff into unisex. The last time I felt it I was picking out a shirt at a Gap store and wondering if the color was Royal Blue or Azure. As I believed with Bowe Bergdahl, you can't just dip your toes a little bit into ballet. I guess the Miami edition of the show based on getting troubled divorcees in girdles to get wasted drunk and say mean shit was the worst performing of the spinoffs, so it's being axed. They're going to replace it with Real Housewives of Cleveland, following the lives of now 40-something women living locked in various bus driver's basements after decades of confinement. Fuck you, yes, I said that. You'd watch. Bravo! doesn't give out much personal information. Just a habit from living so many years on the down low.
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