I can’t believe Angelina
got in this time. We’re all having so much fun
being here. Both the drama and that energy
just faded away. I even see Jen and Ron actually
happy and having a good time. I’m like, okay.
Maybe they are past everything. Tonight’s gonna be a good night. Let’s dance
and have a good time. We’re in Atlantic City.
We’re partying. Even Angelina’s having
a good time with me. I don’t know what world
we’re living in where I’m having a good time
with Angelina. The drinks were flowing
and the next thing you know it, we’re witnessing a new dance. I really don’t even know
what to call it. The poopanini?
The hamster wheel? their own sandwich? What are you doing? The hard thing with being
with Jen and drinking with her is that she’s fun,
we have a good time, but she doesn’t know her limit.
She doesn’t know when to stop. She doesn’t know how to be
rational when she’s intoxicated, and I think that’s where
our disconnection is. All right, shit just got weird. She just kissed me. I’m sorry, Chris.
It’s not me, it’s not me. I didn’t see nothing. What is happening? That’s live as fuck. I think she likes him.
Look at her. This is so weird. It’s kinda hard to watch,
actually. I know. You’re yelling and …