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Here we go. Time to be a champion. Time to get up, attack the day, sell a house….or just ass out until you feel the urge to rise n’ shine. This. Is. Million Dollar Listing. I sound just like Ryan Seacrest.
Here comes Josh in a shower cap. Sippin’ a cup of coffee out of white china, “having a grand old time.” I’m digging Josh’s buzz cut. He’s such a lazy POS, but there’s something about him that says “Haters are gonna hate, but I wear velvet slippers.”
Josh’s Beverly Hills listing is a dump. Personally I think he’s pricing it a bit too high at $3.9 million.
Chad breaks out his rinky dink dog to sway Eugenia and her husband to give him the listing. Chad’s lips are so red. Oops, looks like you have a hair out of place there. Psych! Freak show…
What a strange, scripted gas station encounter between Josh and Chad. No more faux surprises, Bravo.
A very tidy home is a sellable home, right Chad? Fix those pillows. Hiii-yaaaah! Chaderize that house. Two hours later…someone’s mad. Someone’s mad and cross because no one showed up to his open house. What a wash. You karate-chopped those pillows for nuffin.
Will the tech heir get his Beverly Hills dumpster? Is 3.4 the magic number? 3.5 is the magic number! Soooooo exciting.
HolycowIwantthathouseinmalibu. So pretty.
Chad’s in a pickle with Eugenia’s San Fernando valley house. He keeps talking about the food and how great the open house menu was, but it’s really about the house. Chad, you’re a ding-dong.
Didja know that last year Josh Flagg was arrested for stealing artwork from clients’ houses in Los Angeles? I didn’t. Doesn’t he come from money? Didn’t his family bring polyester over from Europe? I don’t get it.
