Ugh, watch DeeDee's new tattoo be Nader's signature or something equally as gross.
Why do these two women keep skin walking each other? DeeDee wanted Chantal's man, Chantal bought a DeeDee costume complete with eye mask, DeeDee gets a tattoo on her forearm (if it turns out to be some variation of her Zodiac sign I swear to god), Chantal magically starts drinking wine and on and on.
We get one life (that we are conscious of, all apologies to reincarnationists). It's bad enough these two women have decided to go through the seasons of life with massive bodies that hinder them and in Chantal's case has destroyed her health and all quality of life. Now they decide to spend time engaging in this sort of frightening and loathsome theater, wasting precious hours of their remaining life agitating, raging, scheming, drama-mongering and redefining humiliation for Nader. Nader is the human embodiment of halitosis and ruptured hemorrhoids. The only activity he should inspire is the desperate need to get him out of your house.
I mean, we all waste time in less than stellar ways. Our presence on this site is proof that not every waking hour is spent in joyous pursuit of new experience in the company of those we love. Sometimes you just gotta eat cold pizza, sloth about on the couch and bicker with your beloved over who left the remote in the kitchen. But to spend your entire life in pursuit of a Nader? To be so bored in life that you led a Nader in, let him smoke all over your small but otherwise nice condo, let him keep you up all night, let him destroy your face and hair, be coerced into licking the cunt of a Chantal to make him happy, be persuaded to part with large sums of cash, to destroy your reputation at work... If you substituted "a large roach with a cigarette taped to its back" for Nader it would make no more or less sense.