Manly, yes, but hasn't a clueWho keeps telling this girl she's beautiful? And where the hell is she getting her wardrobe ideas? It's about ten years, thirty pounds too late for that. Get back under the car cover where you belong.
You can't really blame Brooke for getting all thick and boyish. I mean, somebody's got to be the man of the house now that Daddy's gone and Nick's chasing soap-on-a-rope in the big house. It doesn't help that Mama's been hanging and banging with one of her underclassmen. Can you imagine that? How would you feel if your mother came home with the wad everyone pushed into the girls' bathroom every day?
So Brooke went from the naive bimbo that everyone pretended to dote over on Hogan Knows Best to the brainless bimbo that everyone pretends to like so she picks up the tab. She looks pretty hammered in this picture; I hope someone else is driving. Otherwise she'll be the one with soap in her eyes. Do you think Mama will get a speeding ticket rushing to visit her? Not likely.
