More hijinx from the worst "reality" on television:
Only one episode left before next week's finale. What will be the big season ender? Hmmm...until we figure it out, let's get on with tonight's ep.
The Mexican sunlight really adds a different element to the gross fuzz that is on Spencer's face.
Doesn't Lauren look a shade too Oompa Loompa?
Did you catch the car parked outside Audrina's house? It was very Ghostbusters-esque. I'm hoping it's Justin Bobby's ride, just because it would be so fitting.
Can the finale musical guest match the past live Hills event performances of Mimi Carey and Usher? Ha, here's hoping.
Brody better not get too handsy with Whitney, or Aussie NYC werewolf will have some words for him.
Spencer's proposal sounded more like a stalker note than a romantic profession of love. What a psycho.
And what girl doesn't want to down tequila shots to convince her to get married the following day? This is what dreams are made of people.
Lauren starts up with the waterworks at lunch with Whitney. She cries alot. Good thing she still has the jumbo sunglasses to cover the tears.
I can't believe that chapel didn't disintegrate the minute Spencer stepped inside of it.
Now we have to see Pratt wedding #2 next week? Ugh, spare me.
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