They end up nominating Royce and Clemenza, which Gordon appears to accept. Royce spews some babble about bouncing back and literally beating himself up. If only. Gordon says he’s opening the steakhouse this year, not in 2025.
Kimmie Photo Bomb!
He then points out that Clemenza looks a mess and is acting a mess, too. He then demands both their jackets! Is he really going to leave the Blue team, three strong? He kicks Royce right out the damn door, no ceremony or parting compliments, and tells him to say hi to his boss. FINALLY!
They don’t even give him a solo shot for his swan song.
Gordon then gives Clemenza a clean jacket and sends him back to the team, with orders to try not to be such a filthy fucking mess in the future. That was tricky, Gordon. And since it seems you either pulled your own head out of your ass for elimination or else finally shouted down whoever railroaded you on the Patrick decision, let’s have one more look at what should have happened ages ago:
PopePhilly, this one’s for you.
We’re down by half now, and there’s still plenty of drama on next episode’s menu. There’s a wing-eating competition, some kind of special message, and more white trash behavior out of Tiffany. I’m sure we needed a preview to predict that. PopePhilly gets the week off due to some allegedly important baseball game, so catch up with me next week to get the scoop on what happens.
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