On last night's Real Housewives of Who Cares Where at This Point, Kyle and Mauricio threw their annual white party. There was music, frivolity and joy. But sadly, at least if the music cue midway through this clip is to be believed, the party members were about to be slaughtered by the Vietcong.  

Seconds later it was all over. The VC lept from the bushes. Bullets filled the air. Blood filled the pool. And then there was silence. Christ, they were just kids—45 to 60 year old kids. And all they wanted was to go home...to go home and spray tan their botoxed flesh while blabbering on about how hard it is to find the right colored Maserati to match their imported Indonesian Komodo Dragon-skinned clutch. It's true. Too true: The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills is hell... 

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