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Aaahh, another installment of the Adventures of S-N-P. This one wasn't as over the top as what we've been treated to so far, but we still get a taste of that good ol' Sandy Denton Recklessness:

You know what also doesn't discriminate, Pep? Bad nose jobs. I'm just saying, ma. Luckily, you really can't tell... much.

But I'm saying, my girl... you're really trying to get this group thing poppin' off again, aren't you? I forgot. That apartment in the Theater District ain't gonna pay for itself!

So yeah, Salt's salty at Pep once again for telling the LIFEbeat guy that they'd perform "Let's Talk About Sex" without the two of them talking about it first. Apparently, she has some filial duties to tend to that week.

Which is why... Sandy offers to take care of the entire performance herself, and all Cheryl has to do is show up to the rehearsal.

Does anyone see the trouble ahead? ::Raises Hand:: I DO, I DO!!!!

But alas, Cheryl goes along with it, because she figures if she gives her a project to do, it will keep her out of her hair for a bit. It's just like when Brain gives Pinky a Rubik's Cube to solve, distracting him while Brain's plotting his world takeover. Same difference.

Come to think of it... these two are starting to remind me A LOT of Pinky and The Brain. Seriously, think about it! Cheryl's control issues= world domination? Sandy's Happy Go Luckiness=Don't Make Me Say It!! "One is a genius, the other's insane... NARF!"

You know I'm right.

Pep starts planning the show, with YES, a six-foot condom, pyrotechnics, and some PCD wannabe's. Did you guys catch when the guy at the club said to Pep, “if you have a band, how many inputs would you need?” The way she got all giggly and frazzled, you’d think inputs was another word for penises. It’s aight, Pep. We know– two years is a looooong time for anyone . It's okay for regular day-to-day convo to get you hot and heavy. Sh-t, we've all been there at some point.

Ok, this is getting a little long so I'm gonna wrap it up-- Pep put A LOT of work into what was only supposed to be a one-song set.... most of which wound up not being used in the end. But can you blame her? She probably just wanted to prove to Big Sister that she could do something productive. Unfortunately, Big Sister was too busy recording Christian rap songs with her husband to answer Sandy's calls-- that could've solved the embarrassing problem of firing the band from the get-go.

These are my girls, though. And you gotta love them for still being down for the cause. That's all I can say.

You know what? I've changed my mind. You know what I realized while watching this episode? Sandy could give RuPaul a run for his/her money. I mean, do y’all hear the way she says, “okaaay boo boo?” Reminds me of Ms. Jay from America’s Next Top Model. I’m not trying to play her, but she could really be a gay icon. I’m pretty sure there are some gender confused men at home watching Pep’s every move in hopes of dressing like her to the prom or something. Two snaps up, two snaps down, divas recognize divas.

Hey, if y'all wanna catch that PSA that they did, here it goes:

NEXT WEEK: The ladies take a trip to Jena, Louisiana... I can tell this is going to be a serious episode... don't miss it.

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