having watched wheel of fortune for years now, i've come to the conclusion that pat and vanna absolutely hate each other. no, no they despise and detest one another. if vanna could projectile puke from the stage board all the way across to the wheel and onto pat, she would and has probably thought about doing it. having projectile puked once in my lifetime, here's a word to the wise, vanna: just eat an obnoxiously large breakfast (eggs are key), down a ton of milk quickly, and get that dress tailored just a little on the small side to allow absolutely no budge. boom, you're a puke volcano.
the funny thing is, they spend mere seconds next to each other, and even during those precious, few, on-camera moments, their body language emphatically reads:
i hate you so bad i hope a light fixture falls on your head and kills you...not instantly, but slowly and painfully.
it makes me sad. i wish they were best friends.
but instead
light fixtures...light fixtures in the worst way.
(watch out pat! you know vanna is the real powerhouse on that show!)
