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Li’l Boy Brocky gets to give the good news, and as it turns out most of the locals selected the same salmon & sourdough dish as their favorite…
It does look really miserable out there, the chefs are literally shivering in nothing but their flimsy chef-coats while the entire judging panel is bundled up warmly. McBitchy is so frozen that she almost forgets to thank Mean Fountain Coffee for the free vacation. Then, after rehashing all of the flaws of Stachey’s, Stoner’s and Lizzie’s dishes, it came as no real surprise to me that tonight’s loser wound up being…
the chif who made the bist brid
Aw shucks, I really liked Miss Lizzie from the get-go, her wonky faces gave me my first personal LOL screenshot of this season…
thank you, girl
For her part, Lizzie realizes it was her mistake that she didn’t taste her dish altogether, but at least she’s not being bitter or nasty about it. Besides, she’s not completely out of it yet, because she still gets to compete in…
You guys, that fucking Cloyota Penis jingle that sounds like a sing-songy 10-year-old girl telling me to hump hump hump hump hump is making me want to run around my block in an assless pair of Speedos while setting fire to things. BUT, I can hang on a little bit longer, the Finale of Last Chance Kitchen is supposed to be next week.
So Lizzie explains that after having spent that last day at the fishing dock thinking about her father, she just felt sad, and is afraid that came through in her dish. Daddy Tom seems slightly more kindly with her as he greets her, and asks if she can guess who the champ of LCK is. Lizzie’s no dummy, and correctly guesses that it’s Top Model…
Since Lizzie’s downfall was untasted and unseasoned fish, she’s going to have to cook fish to get back in again. This time she and Top Model will only be allowed to use a campfire and smoke to cook their fish, which is giving Top Model the willies, since she can’t remember the last time she even went camping, much less cooked anything besides s’mores or hot dogs…
all we really did in Girl Scouts was sell those fucking cookies