But first... Ashley.
For someone whose intelligence has been widely touted, her deducing that Estella was responsible for planting spy cams throughout the Newman mansion was the height of stupidity.
Seriously... Estella eats, drinks, walks and cr@ps ole school. Versus, say, Adam, who, despite his blindness, managed to pull up audio of Sabrina on his laptop and said audio managed to be piped into the living room where a mentally frazzled Ashley heard it, along with Victor. What is with these people? Can't they piece this $h*t together or is a Dora the Explorer 10 piece puzzle more their speed? And Victor is a total douche for trying to handle this Mary Jane situation on his own. Didn't he learn from his encounter with Tricia that bat$h*t b*tches are beyond his level of expertise?
And Sharon even debating going into a mental hospital versus jail? Gimme a break! She needs a time-out just she can get a handle over her sniveling. She made the decision to play the self-sacrificing damsel -- see it through, with the minimum of fuss and muss. And BTW... Nick is so not worth all of this angst.
Now to the one blonde who is improving the ranks... Heather. The way that chick came into Crimson Lights for her meeting with Rafe... priceless. While I question why she even attempted to meet up with the dude who bagged her boyfriend for 'shop talk', I'm glad it happened. Rafe is a nice guy and all but he knew that there was still some involvement between Adam and Heather - dude should've expected to get clawed. And Baby Gurl kinda got loud... OUT IN THE OPEN!! Kinda gangsta, especially for Genoa City, as of late. Later, Heather was kinda puddly, which is understandable, but I have a feeling that the clown isn't out of her system. And my hope is that Krusty, or Bozzo, or Lunette makes an appearance just when Adam's misdeeds come to light.
Now, if only the clowning was catching. Or if Heather and Roxie ran in the same d@mn circles, because that mess, with Roxie tipping out of Devon's apartment after catching him and Tyra getting down on the couch... WTF!!
She didn't utter a word.
Not a single syllable.
Just tiptoed out of the apartment. Errr... Devon is your boyfriend... right, Roxie? Because in real world, Roxie would've given him something more than some privacy.
Here's some advice, Roxie... if you open your mouth and say something, the engorging stops. The ripping off of clothes stop. The kissing, panting and pre-sex flushing stop.
Then the co-ed @$$-kicking can start.
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