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Why we all break down over The Bachelor

Something about toe-curling, embarrassing and funny

So you also wasted two hours of your life last night? Awesome was it, huh? Definitely forty brain cells died. Dear people, The Bachelor has started again. You know, that programme where 20 plastic poodles compete for a guy. 32-year-old Robbert this time, with his blue eyes. That he talks like. Him. One. Documentary. Inspiring. doesn't seem to fascinate anyone. Me neither, this is schadenfreude pure and simple. Snuggled up on the couch watching twenty hyenas fight over one dick and throwing in all sorts of toe-curling opening phrases and fake eyelashes for this.

‘My ideal man looks a bit like Brad Pitt and George Clooney.’ Sweep me up. ‘If you put up with me, you can see my paperclip collection’. Pocahonthas, really? I break down. ‘My flowering garden is in bloom.’ These conversations are a downright nightmare. Oh boy, and that ending. That eeeee ending. The painful misunderstanding between Ilona and Naomi. Why am I even watching this? Oh yes, because of the chat. Because we love doing that. And OK, I received about 40 messages from readers asking if we would PLEASE do something with The Bachelor. So OK OK, I'll sacrifice myself again, and selected the funniest comments on Twitter. With pleasure, mind you. Secretly. Very much so. Next week again?

First things first: we all agree that at least the ladies did their best.

Where 20 rabbits fight for one leg...

The fake nails are just barely flying through ’t huus.

Heidi, is that you? Wow.

Needless to say: ‘Pyscho’ Mieke is becoming a true household name on Twitter.

But really.

Or did that um, already happen last season in America?

Two words, nine letters...

You get the picture: we'll be behind the tube again next week, if only because of the catfights. All the single ladies are licking their paws and sharpening their nails for round 2. You get: this shit can't be missed. See ya next week.