We've Got Our Knives Out In The Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids
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Meet Chloe, who's about to start driving the latest wedge between David and Donna.
A rent-free house with a garden full of this many turnips? Who(se GI tract) could say no?!
Maybe the reason you're not ready to move in together is that you seem to think you're just playing dress-up as adults.
Nipples that are droopy yet hard. Side effect of ongoing anxiety?
Just casually gabbin' with my dad about the latest on my STALKER.
Yes, this guy. OR IS HE?! (He's not.)
Perhaps Donna is trying to protect herself from sniper shots with this hair-like helmet.
Graceful as ever.
Stalker or not (btw: not), no one needs to see your tongue, Slan.
God bless David for thinking he's got enough adrenaline in his system to do any damage with his wee toothpick arms.
Uh oh, you KNOW Donna the baby is scared of the dark!
A lethal weapon is definitely something as squirrelly as Donna should be running around with. In the dark.
HEY MAN, YOU'RE NOT MR. PITTS.
Templeton meets a cruel end (taking his final repose on Donna's hideous sheets).
Are we totally sure Donna's stalker isn't sneaking into the Peach Pit After Dark in David's pants?
You can date this episode to Donna's trendoid Vamp manicure.
Also by these chunky slingback numbers.
Threats from a stalker: what could be more hilarious?
BUT MAYBE HE'S NOT THE STALKER (this time) AT ALLLLLLLLLLL
Explicitly advised against pursuing Tom given his relationship with Val, Kelly Is A Bitch About it.
Though maybe she's just envious of Val's peachy complexion when Kelly's is so wan in the daylight. (You can tell Jennie Garth's having a girl: the baby's already stealing her beauty.)
Only spite can make Kelly anything like happy.
Totally normal face to make when your girlfriend says she loves you. AND WHY WOULDN'T SHE
Ron Duguay shows up to give us something attractive to gaze at. (Would you put that mane in a helmet?)
So much caring about what should be a "who cares?" moment.
For God's sake, look at this fuckwheel.
Your mom's a penalty box.
NOT SO SMUG, ZITTY SCHRAM.
"I love you" successfully extracted, now's the time to suck face, literally.