I actually sat through this show last night, and all I can say is, I want those 60 minutes of my life back.
How anyone could have married that bitch is beyond me, and the fact that her three spoiled-brat, can't-talk-for-a-shit-so-we'll-subtitle-it sons aren't wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of some river can only be attributed to extreme benevolence on the part of God.
The house is perhaps the butt-ugliest POS I've ever seen, with gaudiness taken to an extreme to make even a bling-bling gangsta rapper puke all over his basketball shirt.
Oh, and the crowning turd in the water pipe was the dead-brained Italian guy who tried to fix her pool.
In short, if that is real life for those people, then someone needs to fly over their property with a canister of VX and bug-spray their assess into the next life.
Rant off......