Last night, we farewelled some MAFS favourites. Well, not favourites, but they were certainly present. Ines was a gift, right?
Again, we step into the hellscape that is MAFS. Last night, the commitment ceremonies illustrated how pure love is, and indeed, how vile we all are.
Well, while MAFS has left the Gold Coast, it did garner us something beautiful. The Sam boofing Anus while hating on Lizzie triangle is a national treasure.
What a night it was…sort of. While the two were split down the divide of gender, I was similarly split, between boredom and edu-tainment. Plus, Anus.