About Last Night: Wednesday

Biggest Loser: Bluzgirl

The eight remaining players receive videos (dvds? vhs tapes? 8mm?) from home. Oh wait, no only seven get videos from home, because Ada’s parents are in the running for most awful people in America—right behind (but not far) that lady in Florida who tried to sell her infant grandson. So, the rest of the group, feeling sorry for Ada, make their own home video for her. Thankfully, all contestants remained completely clothed. She is loved. By a bunch of heavy people who want to win a bunch of money, but definitely loved.

Jillian and the players do the lamest Subway challenge ever, where they create their own sandwiches and vote on the best tasting and lowest calories. Yes, it was riveting. Lisa won enough money to undo everything at the ranch because although it is Subway—we all know not everything there is low fat and healthy. That place would never survive.

Mark won the 1lb advantage at the challenge this week, but didn’t even need it as both Wheezy (again) and Jessica fell below the yellow line. Since Wheezy is protected by her alliance of Brendan and Frado, it is Jessica who hits the bricks. Next week is makeover week! Yay!!! But what are they going to do with Bald Boston Brendan? Bewildering…

Millionaire Matchmaker: SexyPanda

Oh my, we have our work cut out for us this week, don’t we, ‘Gasmii?

Last night, Patti Stanger begrudgingly worked with not one but two millionairesses. She hates millionairesses. One is an international DJ and former model (read: party whore) who just can’t settle down. I don’t know why she even tried, because she couldn’t even A) pick a man to go on a date with or B) stay in one place for the master date. The other one was a complete nutter who insists that she looks younger than she is (she doesn’t) and who keeps stupidly busy with stupid things that must sound awesome to her (“I’m a model, life coach, TV host, dancer…”). To the rest of us, it sounds like a crazy person. Her date was a mishmash of all of that.

And then there was the guy who wants to do art in outer space. I’m not kidding.

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The Fashion Show: Chickbomb

This week on The Fashion Show our design inspiration is…the inner workings of the human body.  So points for going way out there, but also – ew.  We end up with a lot of dresses that actually do look like they were dropped in a pool of blood. Ironic, considering that Smug Mike and his D-List hat bail on the competition!  We have shredded garments, a PR style twist and of course, plenty of Cal Tran drama.  Oh, and a reversible backpack.  Morris Day has his moment in the sun as head designer, but ultimately The House of Emerald (Six/Sex gets redacted now that they’re only five) gets trounced again.  Isaac and Iman are tired of the drama, or trying to create more, because they ultimately force House of Nami to trade one of their designers for Cal Tran!  Who takes the bullet?  Meet me back here to find out!