Before Tomorrow's Secret Diary, Let's Check in With Ben & Bambi

They apparently hire out the same exact personal videographer to show up where they are, Bambi sitting in garish opulence in a room that you expect Donald Trump to walk through, and Ben laying around on his couch while that pain in the ass Vanessa (have we even see her yet?) is off getting limber.

And then the guy edits the stuff, escapes the fiction London that is on TV and uploads the thing to YouTube for you and me.

(Yes I get stuck in the abyss between TV world and real world, too. I blame Andy Richter. When I watched Andy Richter Controls the Universe, I really thought he did.)

I'd lay around on Ben's couch. I know, he's not asking. So?

And, I use the same lube as Bambi and Belle. And I mention that because I missed National TMI Week.

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After the jump, Hannah gets the knock on the door Belle fears most, especially when it's the wife of a Member of Parliament.

And she's pissed.

Sunday, 10:30, Showtime.

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