Love/Life After Lockup
SEASON FINALE RECAP #SPOILER ALERT
Full Disclaimer:
I think because of the way this show is formatted, I dunno, but I almost didn’t finish watching it.
It left me anxious, so ironically, I gotta watch it again just so I can type up this recap 🤣.
Or maybe I was just really tired, either way, I shut the TV off before I saw the previews of the Love During Lockup series, because, honestly, I’m kinda scared of what I’ll witness.🤣
However , in writing this recap I may …ya never know. 🤷🏻♀️🤣.
Daonte/Nicolle/ Tia
🙋🏻♀️Before I even begin, I need to rewind and sincerely ask if Daonte’s suit was velour or velvet, because I dunno the difference.
🙋🏻♀️And is the color considered cranberry pimp or what? He was so proud of his lil fit tho. I just kept sayin “bless his heart”.
Okay, it’s not a suit??? It looks like a blazer and parachute pants???😳
Tia was sluuuuuurrrrrrin 🤣 and everybody looked glazed. And Nicolle half way redeemed herself by sayin “Here comes this little motherf*cker hiding behind a tree🤣
And what I’m bout to type now might trigger a few folk, but I’m dead serious right now.
Tia, Ion care if how much shit she drank, smoked, injected, whatever. If you gonna fix your flex to swing on a man like that, you deserve to get “mudstomped”.
She is lucky Daonte is dumb as a box of rocks, but at least he was raised right, cuz I would've cheered,
🙋🏻♀️Wait one good gat damn minute…🤣was Daonte paying Nicolle’s cell phone bill all this time 🤣oh sweet 🦙, if I were evil, the money I coulda made offa ducks like him, but no…🤣
But if both Tia & Nicolle are unemployed, who is gonna pay for the invitro? Again, if I had cash money, Tia gonna make Nicolle do her brother to get pregnant, but they ain’t fittin to tell nobody that unless they sign em for another season. 🤣
Lacey/Shane/John
🙋🏻♀️Does anyone other than Shane, John and her father think Lacey is attractive? I’m not saying that to imply anything disparaging about her father, cuz I dunno the man. I’m just assuming most fathers think their daughters are attractive. Never mind, that’s a rabbit hole I’m not going down today. This story is not real. When I see them, I want to be a Karen and call the police on all the junkies who won’t get off my TV.
🙋🏻♀️What I will ask is if the shot of John’s bright, red, sunburned neck, was WEtv’s shot at metaphoric cinematography? 🤣
Kristianna & John 🥺
That was sooooo sad on sooooo many levels.
Puppy Amber Eric
🙋🏻♀️Real quick, I lost my glasses about two day ago, so I’m re-watching this on my laptop, but yeah, are all of them sweating all the time?
So far Amber is a damn good friend.
Puppy and her lizard comment 🤣 but she wasn’t lying.
Now picture Rhianna without her makeup 🤣
But YAY! PUPPY IS OUT OF JAIL!!!
YAY YAY YAY!!! I’m rootin for ya Puppy!!! Don’t do no mo dumb shit!!!
Brittanny & Marcellino
I dunno if this makes me a prude, but,I don’t care. I like y’all, but 🤷🏻♀️ about y’all private sex life because honestly so what?
Hey, here’s a novel idea, use all that pent- up energy y’all have & raise your kids!!! Shit!!! Teach them a foreign language or teach em that dinner is not ketchup on a hot dog bun…wait was that y’all? 🤣
Marcellino is handsome though.
Sometimes.
When he smiles.
I guess.
I don’t like Amanda. Never did with her slick talkin ass. My only advice to Brittany is watch that bitch. Just cuz y’all, for whatever fuckin reason find her attractive, 🙄 -she’s a shady, slimy bitch and …I predict STDs in y’all future. Concentrate on y’all kids…for real.
Ray & Britney
🤣Fiona done told all her friends she was getting engaged 🤣🤣🤣
I can’t…breathe….lol
First of all, stop tryna force this man to do things on YOUR MAMA’S SCHEDULE?!!! Cuz if I had money to throw away, I damn sure would put it ALL on the fact this bitch is developmentally disabled and her parents pay for everything but will stop if she’s not married by age 35. I don’t even know how old Fiona is, 🤣 but that’s my story and I’m stickin to it.
But Ray ain’t goin n where with his dumb ass.
🙋🏻Do developmentally challenged married couples have separate case workers?
Shawn & Sara
Kathy (Sara’s Mom) 🤮 I lost interest;I wish them well.
Muthafuckin Stan & Lisa
👀I thought this storyline was done…😳
Hol up, now I gotta ask if Stan opened a Lunchable and told his friend he made her something to eat?!
🙋🏻♀️😳 At first glance, that baptismal “pool” and the people who are assisting with the baptism look like something out of Criminal Minds. Run Lisa!!! 🤣
Did that old cheap toupee wearing bastard just say Tina could lose a few pounds? 😡
Poor Samuel.
Yes I feel bad for the cat.
And nope still didn’t watch the previews for Love During Lockup.
My bad. Should I?
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