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Next up is green chilies in 4 minutes. Vegas chickens out by betting only 1, which means that Saint Thomas must eat their wager of 18 (remember, they’re down to 2 people). Marie does not hesitate to tell them what cop-outs they are. Poor Robb goes Extra Ginger, turning bright red, but Marie doesn’t even break a sweat because apparently she loves peppers. They end up eating 25, sending them into the winner’s round against Brooklyn. And with that, Vegas is out of the competition without having to eat a thing.
The “winner’s” round (Brooklyn vs. Saint Thomas) entails eating as much cow liver as possible in 2 minutes. Poor Marie doesn’t even last 30 seconds before she starts puking, making Brooklyn the power team for the second time in a row! I love it when an alliance crumbles.
The loser’s round (Cancun vs. San Diego) will be cow intestines and cow testicles. Zach tells us this is his “worst nightmare… intestines carry crap in them and testicles make semen, neither of which I want anywhere near my mouth, ever.”
Ashley insists that it doesn’t smell that bad, but Zach kinda looks like he might cry. The round starts, and Zach tells us he has a weak stomach, so a poop tube wrapped around fat, topped with a testicle is not exactly dazzling his taste buds. Hilariously, everyone on both teams is gagging and struggling EXCEPT for Ashley, who is casually sucking down cow testicles like she’s popping pretzels into her mouth at a bar. You just never expect these things from people who go two full seasons without ever showing a glimmer or a hint of a personality.
Ashley’s effort isn’t enough, and San Diego is ARENA’ed. Frank tells us that every time their team doesn’t get along, they end up losing. Not sure teamwork would have made it easier to choke down cow parts, but I’m not going to pretend to understand Frank’s logic.
Back at the house, our Merry Band of Misery sits down for a team meeting. Poor Sam reminds them that, like it or not, they’re still a team. Zach doesn’t trust Frank, and Frank insists this is the same thing that happened in San Diego. How, exactly? No one could eat cow testicles fast enough? They couldn’t agree who to send to their impending doom? Zach thinks he’s earned the right not to go in, and Frank says if they don’t trust him, they should get rid of him, even though someone will have to go with him.
Zach tells us that Frank screws people over, then plays the victim when they get mad. Zach walks away and Frank tells the girls that he hates all three of them and he did nothing wrong. Except for chicken out of the elimination he promised to do, and then act like it was the rest of his team’s fault, somehow. Let’s form an acronym that I think will be helpful to us for the rest of the season: STFUF- Shut The Fuck Up, Frank.