If you’ve ever been to one of those awful gator parks in Florida, the ones off the highway, then you’ve seen this show before: A bunch of ancient scaly things laying about, moving only occasionally to viciously snap at something. It’s too bad there aren’t any alligators in Orange County, because if there were we could just set them loose and they’d devour these horrible women and we could move on with our lives.
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Real Housewives of Orange County: Marriage, Californian Style
