Why must you torment me with drably costumed day players?
Every girl crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man.
When he and Sondra fight, I always take his side.
The apron means that he's doing women's work. See? Growth.
Look how much he loves their James Brown number.
Liking her clothes is the weirdest feeling.
"What's that, pickles? You want me to what in the neighbor's yard?"
Sometimes it's more of a mention than a full review. Sorry, kid.
LOOK AT IT. NOW LOOK AT IT MORE.
Awkward, Phase II.
Turning up the heat.
Does not compute.
I'm going to be really let down next time she wears something ugly.
Kidding aside, this is a positively brilliant take on an evening look, even if I again had few opportunities to catch a decent screencap of it. Continuing her tour of the globe's fashions, Denise has gone for what seems to be a West African kaftan. I'm in love with every single bit of it and wish we could have seen it more clearly. The big hair and wrist bangles are perfect selections in my eyes, making the whole impact incredible. She's exuding goddess energies.
It's your calling card. We get it.
Wrongness done right.
And now, week three of: HOW ARE THEY HIDING PHYLICIA'S PREGNANCY THIS WEEK?
Fork you, too.
Someone's gonna get stabbed.
These boxes full of hidden wonders are metaphors for her uterus.
That's a terrible spot for a table.
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