Christy and The Todd go grocery shopping. People watch them as they hoist one another into the produce display. Christy starts talking about how Aunt Flo is here. That means she’s not knocked up. Yay.
Rest of the LWLAdies are cooking, too. They stand on stools to reach the counter during their cooking lessons. There is talk of love and Tonya’s beneficial friend Kerwin. Terra’s trying to marm over everybody, per normal. She’s making Joe pork chops (with shallots!) that she hopes put him in the mood for physical love. Foreplay pork chops, so to speak. Joe, it seems, is pulling away. Terra is justifiably sad.
Anyway, now Christy and The Todd are taking waltz classes with a bunch of normalheighters. There’s some boob-grabbing and eye-looking and comments about how maybe The Todd would be more graceful if there was less to The Todd on the scale.
Time for bowling! “There’s a reason why you don’t see any little people on the pro bowlers tour,” says Christy, who is remarkably more bearable this episode compared to previous ones.
Bowling becomes Terra’s chance to fixate on how Joe and Hot Russian LWLAdy Elena share the same dwarfism and how that seems as if he’s macking on her non-stop which — at least as far as how the show is edited — is totally the case. (i.e. Joe to married Elena: “You’re taller than Terra. I like tall women.”)
Her answer? Taking Joe lingerie shopping with her at “A Total Woman.” While modeling this …
… Joe says something about how it’d look better on Elena.
Bro.
C’mon.
Anyway, the lingerie show continues at home with whipped cream met with laziness on Joe’s behalf. He’s so not into Terra anymore, y’all. Shame.
Oh, Tonya and Kerwin have a nice beach picnic with daughter Angelique after which Tonya indicates a desire to break the beneficial-friendship off.
And Christy and The Todd, dieters, break the scale out. She dropped 5 lbs., yo. And The Todd? He did, too. (But 280-plus, bro?)
When the ladies go out for shots, Tonya’s all up in Elena’s grill about telling Kerwin some stuff at the bowling alley. She’s like, yo, you have no muthafucking business gettin’ up in my shit, lady. None at all.
Then, shit almost got realer but cooler little heads prevailed, thus averting a brawl. Yay.