"Know what happens if you come to my house? You get hit in the throat with a fuckin' wrench!" A threat made to the daughter of Sammy "The Bull" Gravano.
Mob Wives is a ridiculous "reality" show on VH1. The drama of it involves, what else, wives of mobsters. The women's mob connected husbands, ex-husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers, chihuahuas, goldfish, you name it. And if open federal investigations weren't enough excitement for these brawling Lawng Giland ladies (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-HA! Ladies... ), they take it to each other. Not in that sexy catfight kind of way. But these throaty, baritone, beauties (guffaw!) throw from the shoulders. It is the worst of the worst of "reality' television, making The Jersey Shore an educational experience in comparison.
Quick example of the trash. Fight breaks out between Drita and Sammy Gravano's daughter. Gravano's niece gets involved, gets clipped in the mouth by some dude, all this happening at another woman's b-day party, mind you. The woman who is having the party is outraged. "How dare they do this at my b-day party!" The guys get involved in the circus and when they hear the female cousin was clipped in the mouth by some dude, the woman throwing the party, who supposedly doesn't want this mess, tells them where to find this guy! It is utter, and complete trash television. Not the good salacious trash. But the nasty, bottom of a trashcan trash. The liquidy trash that's all slimy, icky, and pungently punctuated by the stench of cigarette butts, perfume, oily body creams, garlic and liquor, maybe a dirty tampon, or two, who the hell knows. It's filth, plain and simple. If you're a mobster you should be offended by this and that's saying something. But Drita's pretty hot when her mouth is closed. Good thing I posted pix and not vids.
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