House Calls: The Big Brother Talk Show (also known as House Calls) is a spin-off of the American reality television series Big Brother. The program is a live Internet talk show hosted by Gretchen Massey and focuses on events in the Big Brother house as well as taking phone calls from viewers. The show started in 2004 during Big Brother 5 with Marcellas Reynolds as host/co-host, and became quite popular. House Calls aired during the fifth through tenth seasons of Big Brother.
Read more about House Calls: The Big Brother Talk Show: Format, Big Brother 8 Controversy, Guest Hosts, Cancellation
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