Post by Summer St Clair on Jul 9, 2014 17:05:08 GMT -5
Hello and welcome, dear viewers. It is time for...
Let us just find our spot in the DVR recording...ah, here we are! As you can see, in this episode, Summer has decided to vent her frustration from losing on her debut appearance for Ladies' All-Star Wrestling by...shopping and buying Starbucks for herself and Babycakes, her white chihuahua (who on this occasion is dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow). Hmmm...it seems the defeat did not rattle our Beverly Hills heiress all that much. Or maybe she is not in the habit of abusing shopkeepers, and the way in which she does so is indicative of her mindset. Somehow, though, that seems unlikely.
Throughout this entire first half of the episode, the stunner is of course followed around by her assistant, the almost-as-attractive Bambi Huntington. Throughout the course of the episode, Bambi is tasked with retrieving outfits for Summer, carrying her bags, and ordering her Starbucks - and, of course, berated when the barista screws up the order, because there is apparently no 'entitled shrew' cliche that Summer St Clair will go without touching. Perhaps in an attempt to ingratiate her with viewers - an increasingly arduous task - we are also privy to an intimate and frankly gooey conversation between the actress and 'Bradley' - presumably Bradley Cooper, who she is rumored to be dating.
The part that really concerns us, however, does not come until the middle of the episode. This is, of course, the moment when Summer addresses her competition for the week at LAW. We will now proceed to show you that scene.
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This time, the address - some might call it a 'shoot' - is made, not from the comfort and luxury of the blonde's living room, but from inside a car. Summer is in the back seat with Bambi, and the two are clearly on their way somewhere. As the scene opens, the starlet is speaking to someone off-camera, presumably the driver:
'I told you the *bleep*ing address like three *bleep*ing times already! What, are you like a *bleep*ing *bleep*tard?'
Then, turning to her long-suffering assistant:
'Bambi! Tell him where we're going. AGAIN.'
'Um...Summer? Why don't you, like...'
'Because I'm telling you to do it!' the blonde bombshell explodes. 'Can't you see I'm, like, busy? God!'
With an eye-roll and a huff, the blonde now turns to the show's cameraman, snatching the device out of his hand:
'Give me that!'
The footage immediately becomes shakier,as the starlet passes the camera over to her assistant. Bambi, who is already holding Babycakes, hesitates:
'Um, Summer...?'
The bubbly assistant finds herself with no other choice, however, when the camera gets thrust into her hands with a groan of 'just *bleep*ing film me!' And film the blonde does, as her celebrity counterpart stares directly at the lens, green eyes flashing:
'So, like, I'm gonna make this like super-quick or whatever, 'cause I'm like, in a hurry? Yeah, my friend Delia wants to go shopping in like, Milan. Not that any of you losers has ever been to Milan. You probably never left your mothers' basements or whatever, ew!'
The starlet winces, but quickly resumes:
'But like, I don't give a *bleep* about you uggo nerds. I wanna talk to Keira. Honey...you're, like, kinda hot, and you're from Hollywood too, and like, some of my friends know you and stuff? So yeah, I'm gonna be nice to you. I'd love to, like, go shopping with you, and pick outfits and stuff. You look like you can totally accessorize. But honey? About, like, the wrestling? Nuh-uh.'
Another strategic pause for effect, then:
'You know this match? It's for like a tournament or whatever, right? To win like a belt or whatever? Yeah, and I'm totally, like, a winner.'
Bambi is on the verge of saying something at this point, but Summer quickly and shrilly overrides her:
'LAST WEEK DOESN'T, LIKE, COUNT! That was, like, total bull*bleep*!'
Then, regaining composure, she resumes:
'So yeah, I'm totally gonna win that belt. Even though Delia's totally right - it's ugly and tacky and, like, impossible to accessorize! But I'm gonna have it anyway. You know why? 'Cause I want it. And I always get what I want!'
Another pause for a breath, then:
'And yeah, I know you probably think I'm, like, a loser. Go ahead and think that, honey. 'Cause while you were out getting pedicures and facials, or shopping or whatever, I was at the gym. I even trained with, like, some loser who was there with me. I trained for like the longest time too, like a half hour or whatever. I punched him, like, twice. So yeah. You go on thinking I'm some loser who can't wrestle, sweetie. It makes it easier for me to win on Sunday.'
The blonde flashes a cocky smirk at the camera, then has a sarcastic little wave:
'Lots of love!'
With this, Summeronce again takes the camera for herself, showing callous disregard for fragile material as she manhandles it back to a somewhat apprehensive cameraman. Immediately after this, the show cuts to commercial, ending our weekly torture session - and yours, dear viewer. See you here in two weeks, for (sadly) more of the same.
STEPPING OUT WITH SUMMER! - Episode 2
Let us just find our spot in the DVR recording...ah, here we are! As you can see, in this episode, Summer has decided to vent her frustration from losing on her debut appearance for Ladies' All-Star Wrestling by...shopping and buying Starbucks for herself and Babycakes, her white chihuahua (who on this occasion is dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow). Hmmm...it seems the defeat did not rattle our Beverly Hills heiress all that much. Or maybe she is not in the habit of abusing shopkeepers, and the way in which she does so is indicative of her mindset. Somehow, though, that seems unlikely.
Throughout this entire first half of the episode, the stunner is of course followed around by her assistant, the almost-as-attractive Bambi Huntington. Throughout the course of the episode, Bambi is tasked with retrieving outfits for Summer, carrying her bags, and ordering her Starbucks - and, of course, berated when the barista screws up the order, because there is apparently no 'entitled shrew' cliche that Summer St Clair will go without touching. Perhaps in an attempt to ingratiate her with viewers - an increasingly arduous task - we are also privy to an intimate and frankly gooey conversation between the actress and 'Bradley' - presumably Bradley Cooper, who she is rumored to be dating.
The part that really concerns us, however, does not come until the middle of the episode. This is, of course, the moment when Summer addresses her competition for the week at LAW. We will now proceed to show you that scene.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This time, the address - some might call it a 'shoot' - is made, not from the comfort and luxury of the blonde's living room, but from inside a car. Summer is in the back seat with Bambi, and the two are clearly on their way somewhere. As the scene opens, the starlet is speaking to someone off-camera, presumably the driver:
'I told you the *bleep*ing address like three *bleep*ing times already! What, are you like a *bleep*ing *bleep*tard?'
Then, turning to her long-suffering assistant:
'Bambi! Tell him where we're going. AGAIN.'
'Um...Summer? Why don't you, like...'
'Because I'm telling you to do it!' the blonde bombshell explodes. 'Can't you see I'm, like, busy? God!'
With an eye-roll and a huff, the blonde now turns to the show's cameraman, snatching the device out of his hand:
'Give me that!'
The footage immediately becomes shakier,as the starlet passes the camera over to her assistant. Bambi, who is already holding Babycakes, hesitates:
'Um, Summer...?'
The bubbly assistant finds herself with no other choice, however, when the camera gets thrust into her hands with a groan of 'just *bleep*ing film me!' And film the blonde does, as her celebrity counterpart stares directly at the lens, green eyes flashing:
'So, like, I'm gonna make this like super-quick or whatever, 'cause I'm like, in a hurry? Yeah, my friend Delia wants to go shopping in like, Milan. Not that any of you losers has ever been to Milan. You probably never left your mothers' basements or whatever, ew!'
The starlet winces, but quickly resumes:
'But like, I don't give a *bleep* about you uggo nerds. I wanna talk to Keira. Honey...you're, like, kinda hot, and you're from Hollywood too, and like, some of my friends know you and stuff? So yeah, I'm gonna be nice to you. I'd love to, like, go shopping with you, and pick outfits and stuff. You look like you can totally accessorize. But honey? About, like, the wrestling? Nuh-uh.'
Another strategic pause for effect, then:
'You know this match? It's for like a tournament or whatever, right? To win like a belt or whatever? Yeah, and I'm totally, like, a winner.'
Bambi is on the verge of saying something at this point, but Summer quickly and shrilly overrides her:
'LAST WEEK DOESN'T, LIKE, COUNT! That was, like, total bull*bleep*!'
Then, regaining composure, she resumes:
'So yeah, I'm totally gonna win that belt. Even though Delia's totally right - it's ugly and tacky and, like, impossible to accessorize! But I'm gonna have it anyway. You know why? 'Cause I want it. And I always get what I want!'
Another pause for a breath, then:
'And yeah, I know you probably think I'm, like, a loser. Go ahead and think that, honey. 'Cause while you were out getting pedicures and facials, or shopping or whatever, I was at the gym. I even trained with, like, some loser who was there with me. I trained for like the longest time too, like a half hour or whatever. I punched him, like, twice. So yeah. You go on thinking I'm some loser who can't wrestle, sweetie. It makes it easier for me to win on Sunday.'
The blonde flashes a cocky smirk at the camera, then has a sarcastic little wave:
'Lots of love!'
With this, Summeronce again takes the camera for herself, showing callous disregard for fragile material as she manhandles it back to a somewhat apprehensive cameraman. Immediately after this, the show cuts to commercial, ending our weekly torture session - and yours, dear viewer. See you here in two weeks, for (sadly) more of the same.