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Ian corners Britney in the pantry to tattle tale. Earlier, before the eviction, Boogie was trying to ensure that Ian would put up Britney or Shane if he won HOH. This sets Brit off, of course. She marches right upstairs to HOH and tells everyone about it. Shane agrees to put up Boogie and Frank, and they gather around to do their Quack Pack thing. It’s ridiculous. And kinda amazing.
Montage of Chef Yellalot’s bs stories. The first one is about throwing rocks on a bridge, losing his watch, and then finding it with Greek letters engraved on it. My guess is they spelled out “SHHHHHHHHHHHH.” The next story is about inventing “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter”, followed by a riveting tale about turning down the Vice Presidential nomination to be in the house.
Brit is annoyed by his one upmanship, and says that if your dog has blue eyes he will claim that his dog has GOOOLD! GOOOOOLDEN EEEEYES!
Ian is still fuming about Mobile Spray Tan Ashley’s date with Richard Simmons Carrot Top Flo from Alice Frank. He gets a yes for another date with her, and Britney agrees to help him prepare for it. She does this by Veet-ing his long ass armpit hair, which is nasty. She says his hairs are taller than trees and look like a family of ferrets. HAHA!! In no time, he’s got bare pits. Next step: training bra.
The date is really romantic.
You smell like Veet.
If only she knew words.
This date sucks.
Chef Yellalot goes to talk to Shane and kiss his butt and tell him he’d jump in front of a bus or set himself on fire if Shane wanted him to. Man I wish Shane had matches. Chef is kinda pathetic. In other words, nothin new here. Shane still plans to put up Boogz and Frank, even though that means that next week “One of em is gonna be gunnin after me.”
Spy music plays. There is a pathway of balls leading to a toy machine filled with balls and a plastic box with a question mark inside. OOOOooooh! Could this mean Pandora’s box? Shane has known for days now that Boogie and Frank will be on the block, which has given Grodner plenty of time to install her next obvious rigging device to save her faves.
Brit knows that Shane will be wavering now, because last time he was HOH and put up Frank this same exact thing happened. She’s right. He’s worried. “Do you think it’s gonna be a riddle?”, he asks, terrified. She half rolls her eyes and assures him that intelligence isn’t necessary to win this game. Just stick to the noms!