Do you watch The Biggest Loser?

I must comment on Tuesday’s The Biggest Loser. Forgive me, it’s not going to be pretty.

That Vicky girl makes me so mad I could spit. Seriously, have you ever seen such nastiness all rolled up into one overweight southern girl? I was practically peeing my pants last night when they got to Amy’s vote, hoping that she’d figure out already that the blue team in general was using her like a paper towel on a camping trip. 

When Amy’s feet hit solid ground and she sent Cat Woman’s husband home I practically cackled at the television, oh the joy of retribution in general. What goes around, sister.  

What is it about karma that is so delightful? It’s rare that bad people get away with their rottenness forever. I’m just hoping that Vicky binges on cupcakes this week and eats herself right off the ranch, leaving all the nice fat people to do their business and get skinny in peace. 

If I were there, I’d secretly sneak things like butter onto all her sandwiches and sugar into her crystal light. But then I guess I’d be as rotten as she is. Too bad.