Big Ed kicked things off by standing up and giving Angela a wave, all while flashing his uh, tiny assets. Thanks for that, Liz. If Ed was the captain in the bedroom, Angela would be the pirate queen, more focused on raiding that treasure chest than just playing it safe at the helm. Angela might have the energy of a pirate queen, but after a few minutes, she might need a timeout in an oxygen tank. I mean, the Botox beauty would be able to effortlessly clean all the cobwebs from the corners of their house, while Big Ed, already being so grounded, can happily scrub and mop off the floors.
What’s up, everyone? We’re gathered here to talk about two individuals from 90 Day Fiancé who have brought more drama, laughter, and questionable choices than anyone in the history of reality TV. Yes, it’s none other than our very own Angela and Big Ed. After being as miserable as ever in their previous relationships, I think they should really consider being with each other and getting married. And I have several reasons to back this up. Let me present them all to you.
You already know me. I’m not Angela, but today, I brought a very special guest with me—small Ed. Would you please introduce yourself? Yeah, I’m small Ed. Hello! Just think of me as the economy-sized version of a human, but with the same ego. We’re here with another rib-tickling video, and let me assure you, this one is going to knock your socks off.
But before we dive headfirst into this comedic rollercoaster, sit back, relax, grab some nachos, and let’s explore the potential of this match made… well, not entirely in heaven. A pirate’s booty of a relationship. The biggest jaw-dropper from the tell-all? Liz spilling tea that she had to be on top every time. Get it on with Big Ed. But, um, let’s be real. Me and Ed wouldn’t break a sweat over that. With her take-charge attitude, she’d be on top by default. No questions asked.
If Liz was the captain in the bedroom, Angela would be the pirate queen, more focused on raiding that treasure chest than just playing it safe at the helm. That sounds epic and all, but let’s be real, how much cardio can those old bones really handle? On that mini-way? Angela might have the energy of a pirate queen, but after a few minutes, she might need a timeout in an oxygen tank. A match made in naked hell.
And who could forget the unforgettable moment when Big Ed and Angela decided to turn the tell-all into a peep show? Let me jog your memory. Welcome to The Last Resort. Big Ed kicked things off by standing up and giving Angela a wave, all while flashing his uh, tiny assets. Thanks for that, Liz.
Not to be outdone, the old hag decided to join the party, sliding her top down and showing off her silicon specials. Honestly, are these two just nudists in disguise, helping each other live out their secret exhibitionist dreams? Now that’s a plot twist.
Honestly, it was wild, and I have to admit, I still find myself thinking of those unforgettable moments. A towering mismatch, they would also literally and figuratively be the perfect fit with one another if you consider the height difference. Oh, imagine all the ways they would be able to complete each other. I mean, the Botox beauty would be able to effortlessly clean all the cobwebs from the corners of their house, while Big Ed, already being so grounded, can happily scrub and mop off the floors.
Picture this: Big Ed lost in the vast stretch of Angela’s cleavage, like a tiny boat adrift on a stormy sea. It would be like a metaphor for their entire relationship. Yet somehow, it works. Maybe it’s the perfect balance of ego and insecurity that would keep them together. And yeah, man, subscribe already. I am bringing a series of shocking reveals in the 90 Day Fiancé world. Also, hit the notification bell.
Can you imagine how a conversation between them would go? “Niie, sweetheart, you’re like a fine wine—strong, bold, and guaranteed to give me headaches the next day.” “Oh, Ed, if I’m your wine, then you’re my cheese—sharp, smelly, and something I’d find at the bottom of my fridge. And our wedding will be a fairy tale. She’ll be the evil stepmother, and I’ll be prince.” He’s still trying to figure out what happened to his glass slipper. Huh, a prince? Oh, please. You’d be like a garden gnome—short, old, and full of yourself. But I do agree with you, our wedding will be a spectacle, just like your ego. A kneeler and a screamer.
I think their prob will be quite pleasant, too. Kind, considering how they’re almost a foot apart. There would be no need for Mayon’s manchild to go down on his knees to propose. His wrinkle lady love wouldn’t that be a sight to see? Gosh, I’m tearing up just thinking about it. Not out of joy, of course, but laughter.
Reality TV’s dynamic duo of delusion—Big Ed and Angela. They’re like the gift to the reality TV world that keeps on giving. The way they keep the audience hooked to their chaos is truly unmatched. While Ed’s charm is as irresistible as a rusty nail, Angela’s vocal skills have the ability to shatter glass. Think about it. Aren’t they the epitome of reality TV gold? Well, only if that gold is tarnished and cheap.
I hope they keep doing what they do best. When together, provide endless entertainment to us until TLC finally starts taking our petitions to get them fired. Seriously. The scam-proof power couple, ’cause who would want to steal from them?
Over many seasons, Big Ed has mentioned how Liz was just after his money. This good-for-nothing bowling pin has stooped down low many times to mention all the expenses he had to bear for Liz. Sounds familiar? Well, Angela has been the exact same for Michael, this bundle of joy. These guys have often mentioned all the strings she had to pull to bring Michael to the States. Well, if Pre and Mima are really as financially sound as they claim to be, then they wouldn’t ever have to worry about one scamming the other. The financial security of their relationship would be immaculate.
Reality TV’s toxic power couple, or just toxic? Uh, Big Ed and Angela think they are the biggest stars to ever come out of the reality TV realm. They feel the 90 Day Fiancé franchise wouldn’t last if it weren’t for them. Thanks to all the drama they bring to the table. Full newsflash: they’re more like the court jesters of cringe. Ed, with his creepy charm and questionable hygiene. Angela, with her vocal fry and love for dramatic outbursts.
Oh, their combined star power is about as bright as a dying candle. They might just add more smoke to the fire as a couple trying to fight and compete, proving who is the bigger star out of both of them. I, for one, would love to watch that. A cautionary tale for humanity’s greater good.
Last but not least, these bunch of unhinged misfits would be doing the world a huge favor by becoming each other’s problems. Think of all the other innocents they would be saving instead of terrorizing, or, I mean, dating them. It would be like them forming a protective bubble, shielding the rest of humanity from their combined negative energy. It would look like a selfless sacrifice, if you ask me. Or, worst-case scenario, they might end up killing each other, unable to bear the burden. In any case, we’ll all be spared, and that’s a big win.
