The Fuckability of The Golden Girls! - Part 2
- Rose Nylund
There's something endearing about a woman who will let you poop on her chest. Rose Nylund is that woman. Go on, just ask her. Sweet talk her a little bit. "Nice blouse. Hey, do you care if I give you some applause from the back row?" or "Those pumps are quite sensible. Would you mind trying on a Roman War Helmet?" You never know though, she's probably just as capable of accidentally giving you some new deviant creation no one's ever heard of like a George Jefferson or an Einstein's Equation while tryin' to be cute.
I know the average wotSAT reader probably isn't one to kick someone out of bed for making crumbs, but personally, if I had to hear a single god damned story about St. Olaf, Minnesota after we made love, her wrinkly butt would be out on the street.
And likewise for the St. Olaf factor, Rose would be relegated strictly to booty call status. There's no way I'd go steady with Rose and meet her entire stupid backwoods family. Sorry babe. And also, when I page her, she better call me back within 5 minutes, because I don't have time to put up with her idiocy. One strike and she's out!
Caution! She’s not a behind the dumpster kind of girl like Blanche, you’re going to have to take her out a few times to see results.
Therefore, given that Rose Nylund has a child like innocence only R Kelly could love, on a scale of 1 to throbbing boner, Rose gets a 3!