Hello dolls, before we get to another diseased episode of I Love Money, let’s get to best news of the week – Rock of Love 3 is coming! What a relief! Really! There have been many frantic emails from me to Flippy in the past few months expressing my concern that the franchise wouldn’t return. But it is! Whew! After the bore snore that was most of Season 2, close call! It was a slightly embarrassing moment for me when the news broke, cause I squealed like a little girl when I got word, and then had to explain to some people much more sophisticated than I what I was all bananas about, but who cares? Bret and his hos are coming back! This time it’s going to be on a tour bus traveling cross-country, and you know what? I think it’s a pretty clever idea. I’m all ready for a new batch of hos.
I especially will be when this one’s done with me.
And speaking of the hos, I’ve also been meaning to drop a line about this Rock of Love Charm School thing. Sharon Osborne is hosting – loves that lady, she will tell these hos! And the hos she’ll be charming up are: Muppet Daisy, Crazy Frenchie Angelique, Butterface Megan, Farmgirl Jessica, Token Roxy, Soccer Mom Ambre (who I forgot to mention Bret dumped, hence ROL3), Manly Aubry, Ashly (?), Granny Catherine 2.0, Courtney (?), Bisexual Destiney, SheMale Inna, Jackie (?), Cori (?), Germy Kristy Joe, Hooters Erin, Missi The Nose, K-Mart Nikki, Rode Hard Peyton and Ethnic Sarah. The ones with the question marks are the unmemorable ones but I wanted to give a complete list. I’m a little disappointed at how few hos we’ve got from Season One, but I’m putting it aside because I’m so damn happy we’re getting another season with Bret. Anyway, now that we’re all up to date, lets get to the skanks at hand. Everyone got some Lysol wipes handy? Okay, away we go!
So welcome back to Mexico! I have to say, I’m not a fan of the dollar sign adorned dÃ©cor, but the outside of this house is pretty gorgeous. It’s morning time, and the first thing we see is a close up of one of the blondes, and oh my, this is scary. It looks like she got run over. Is it Butterface Megan? Pumkin? Boston reminds that they’re fighting for $250,000, and then Twelve Pack pours some water all over him in bed. Boston is so the runt of the litter, but to his credit, he takes it all pretty good naturedly. For now. I think I saw preview of him breaking down in tears, but as we’ll learn later in this episode, tears aren’t always what they seem in this game.
We also see Chance, and hello, no do-rag! He probably got up at o’ dark hundred to beat the cameras, and you know what? His hair still looks like crap. White Boy’s sleeping in this morning. Great example for the squad, Cap. Oh, and the rode hard blonde gets up, and duh, of course it’s Annoying Brandi C. I can’t believe I forgot about her “meth scratched face”. It’s bad, people. She should forgo the retarded dream house plan and invest in some skin grafts.
Girl, you need to start drinking some water.
Nibblz is swimming alone, and telling us what a blow it was to her ego to have come so close to elimination the previous night. She says she’s got a lot to prove to everyone. Why is everyone on this thing so concerned with proving themselves to everyone else? This is one of those situations where the less they think of you the better. If any one of these morons wanted to be my friend, I’d have to completely reinvent my personality. Well, except Flasher Heather, that is. And perhaps Destiney. And Granny Rodeo, of course. Although, she’s probably the type to invite you over for some Rodeo Rise and Shine Oatmeal Pancakes (over a week later, and I’m still losing it over this one) and then charge you for it.
The team captains get a phone call, and it’s our nobody host, Craig J. He’s chock full of information this morning. They have their first team challenge, and they also need to chose new team captains! What? Well, according to the hallowed I Love Money rulebook, nobody can be captain two challenges in a row. Considering there hasn’t been one challenge yet, technically Hoopz and White Boy should be grandfathered in for the day, but who am I to argue with arbitrary rules that someone whipped up on their laptop on the plane ride to Mexico. The losing team captain is free from elimination, but they must submit three of their teammates for possible elimination. Hoopz says she will gladly hand it over, but I don’t believe that for a second.
On the Green Team, Chance immediately decides that he should be the new team captain. Destiney, for one, is not happy about this, due to his behavior during the do-rag incident. Boston’s not too excited about it either, he doesn’t think Chance has the intelligence to handle the role of captain. Please, I’m pretty sure there’s an IQ maximum to get cast on a VH1 reality show. But Boston’s willing to pretend he’s down with the – get ready for this one – Stallionaires. That’s what White Boy, Chance and Real are calling themselves. Mr. Boston knows he needs to gain their trust.
I think that’s what every decent American should be afraid of.
Over on the Gold Team…well, there really is no question, is there? Who else but Granny Rodeo! Yee haw! The Gold Team immediately decides to have a pow wow and learn a little about where their strengths and weaknesses lie. Everyone talks about what sports they can do. And then Pumkin pipes in with cheerleading. I can’t picture Pumkin as a cheerleader. I mean, she probably had lesbian group sex with some cheerleaders, but actually cheering? No. And she’s made a huge tactical error with this no makeup look.
I have to mention at this point that I’m writing this at my NYC apartment, and my poor, straight guy roommate is now into his fourth hour of torture, preceded by Big Brother, Shear Genius, Project Runway and now this. Every hour he tries to change the channel to ESPN, but I’m not having it. Every time I get up to go to the kitchen or pee, I take the remote with me. I’m trying to get him involved, but he’s not having it. Finally, he sees Pumkin’s name on the screen and asks me what’s with the nicknames? “Ummmm…Flava Flav gave them out,” I explain sheepishly. He stares at me for a very, very long minute and then shakes his head and tells me he’s going to bed. Note to self: Find a gay NYC roommate. Or get a cheaper apar – oh, who am I kidding? Find a gay.
When I’m not raiding tombs, I enjoy a lovely game of tennis.
Well, while the Gold Team is strategizing, the Green Team is doing nothing. The Stallionaires are sitting around, most likely having just smoked a spliff. Heat and Destiney are on their own downstairs, and Destiney can not get past Chance having been chosen as captain. Finally, she can take no more of this nothingness, and she marches upstairs to the Stallionaires and calls a meeting. “Let’s connect and find out what our strengths and weaknesses are,” she tells them. White Boy tries to climb a wall above the bed. There’s yelling about being good at rappelling and rock climbing. Then Boston and Real try and scale the wall above the bed as well. Heat tells us that the team is a complete disaster, and I can’t help but agree. But one of the Stallionaires calls Heat out for speaking the truth with the edict, “We got a weak link already!” I’m sorry, wouldn’t the weak link be the one who refused to participate in the challenge for fear of mussing up his scalp shorn hair?
Heat tries to explain that they need to do something to get the team organized, and Destiney backs him up. Destiney’s rocking braids today, and I’m not a fan. Perhaps if she 80′s it up, like she did on Bret’s golf outing day in Vegas. Boston nominates Destiney as captain. White Boy seconds it. Then he calls her Heather. Chance, knowing he’s beat, turns it around to blame everyone else for their “bitching and crying”, and after he’s voted out tells us that he didn’t even want to be team captain anymore. Then he goes over to the swings on the other side of the playground, sits by himself and cries while Destiney declares, “I’m taking my team to victory!”
And then it’s challenge time. They pull up to a dock with a huge crane that’s holding up two beds. We meet up with Craig J., who’s decked out in a red t-shirt that says Mexico on it. Did he not bring enough wardrobe and had to resort to the hotel gift shop? He’s accessorized with a camouflage print hat at a jaunty angle. Do you think Craig J.’s gay or straight? He has the best dimples ever.
This already looks like the site of a very violent accident.
He reminds them of the battle of the beds on Flavor of Love between Saaphyri and some other ho. Now where is Saaphyri on this thing? I just loved that bitch and her rainbow hair. Anyway, that was the inspiration behind the first challenge. Each captain chooses one player to fight on the bed. The two players try to knock each other with what has been scientifically named a “flower stick thingy”. Which, I suppose, actually is a pretty scientific description, cause it’s literally a big stick with flowers on each end. Why the flowers, I don’t know. Perhaps the Stallionaires shared their weed with the production assistants.
The rules for the challenge are that each player must stay on their side of the bed – if they don’t, their side collapses and they land in the lake. They also can not grab onto the cables holding the bed up, or they’re disqualified. Barring either one of those things happening, the first player to knock the other player off the bed wins. The Gold Team has gotten into serious squad mode with black football player type lines under their eyes.
Each captain will choose the challenger from their own team, and then the other team chooses who will be their opponent on a rotating basis. They flip a coin, and the winner gets to decide if they want to choose their team’s player first, or let the other team choose first. The Gold Team wins the coin toss, and Granny cackles with glee before tossing it off the Destiney to choose the first opponent from her team. She goes with White Boy, which prompts Granny to send in Twelve Pack . White Boy tells us they’re in attack mode, and Boston reminds us that physical strength is not his strong suit. He’s a lover, not a fighter.
A lover with a zebra thong, a tiny weeny, and a voice not even a mother could love. How has this one not been snatched up yet, eh, ladies?
Twelve Pack and White Boy head up to the bed and fight for a few minutes, then take a break. White Boy yells at Twelve Pack to hit him, and then a moment later, Twelve Pack is down and grabbing onto a cable. Ohhhhh! DQ! The Green Team goes wild, while White Boy holds up his arms in victory. “I blew it. I blew the whole thing for my team,” Twelve Pack ruminates sadly. Yup. Sure did. Granny Rodeo looks positively murderous.
For the next battle of the bed, Granny puts in Entertainer, and Destiney puts in Heat. Her reasons are that Heat’s the “buffest and pretty cute”. I can’t really be critical of Destiney’s judgment cause she’s hardly the brightest crayon in the box, but the at least the ho’s got heart. And the great thing about this matchup is that we get a flashback to Entertainer’s Dad squawking through his ridiculously fabulous mustache at his son to “Get a job!” Heat shows how prepared he is for the battle by staring lovingly at his greasy chest. This must be a hard one for the Party Boy Alliance. Or wait, is Twelve Pack the one in the PBA? I can’t remember. I’m getting Twelve Pack and Entertainer terribly confused.
Anyway, two minutes into the thing, and Heat and Entertainer are both dying. They can’t breathe. Flashback to both dudes puffing on cigarettes all the live long day. At one point, Heat is hallucinating from exhaustion so badly, he can swear he sees Entertainer puffing on a cigarette. They end up sitting on the bed, takin’ a break. Ironically, I’m sure if they could have managed to get a PA up there with a pack of smokes, they would have gratefully lit up.
“Heat, man up! Heat, man up!” his team chants from below. Smoke up, maybe. Gay up, for sure. And with that, Entertainer knocks Heat’s flower stick thingy right out of his hands and into the lake. Heat’s a little bummed, but Entertainer is delighted because he’s hoping Destiney noticed his flower stick thingy prowess. Indeed, we see Destiney looking a little googly eyed in her green sweatband, but it was probably just a trick of clever editing.
For the next match, Destiney sends in Real, and Rodeo sends in Hoopz. They’re both short, Granny rationalizes, but Hoopz is strong and Granny believes that she will be kicking some Real Ass. And this presents a real moral quandary for Real. He’s excited to be up there with Hoopz, but “Damn, now I gotta hit this girl.” Real’s a little love struck. Hoopz has none of these problems, her strategy is to just keep hitting him. My money’s on Hoopz. The moment they’re up in the bed, she attacks. White Boy looks on like a total psycho.
And it turns out that Real’s a bit of a gentleman, and he didn’t want to hit her that hard. Well, who saw that one coming? Hoopz still doesn’t give a crap, and tackles him down. I’m missing notes on what exactly happened here, but I’m pretty sure she knocked his flower stick thingy down into the lake. Real says he was pissed, but he’s more happy for her. He lies on the bed, daydreaming about Hoopz. He likes this ho. He threw it.
Gold Team chooses their contender next, and even though Nibbs is raring to go, Granny being Granny, chooses herself. Nibbs tosses off a “whatever”, showing her excellent sportsmanship. Destiney puts Chance in against Rodeo. “I’m gonna break him in half,” Granny cackles. “Prepare to get that cute bod beat to a pulp,” Chance postures. Ooooh, Granny and Chance? I don’t want to see it, but I so want it to happen.
Chance actually knocks Granny down pretty quickly, and then immediately feels bad cause it was the first woman he ever hit. This is going to sound like the craziest thing ever, but someone raised these boys right. I know. I know. But Granny’s not down, she’s hanging on…or more specifically, she’s in a headlock in the cables. And she’s choking! This could only happen to Granny Rodeo. Now she has a new life threatening story to add to her arsenal. I almost had cancer. I was crippled for a month. I nearly choked to death!
Chance immediately freaks out. “I didn’t mean to hit her and choke her and I didn’t come here to kill her,” he panics. He runs over and disentangles her from the cables. “Couldn’t he just keep hitting her?” wonders Butterface, “I would have.”
Careful there, ugly ho, Rodeo could quite handily lasso your scrawny ass, throw you on the grill, douse you in her own brand BBQ sauce and eat you for dinner.
Finally, finally, we hear from Flasher. I don’t get why we’re seeing so little of her here. Maybe she needs to flash her tatters for a little screen time. She’s worried that her Gold Team may be in trouble. Which brings us to the final match. Destiney looks around and sends in…Mr. Boston? It’s your final chance and you send in the runt? Granny finally sends in Nibbs, who looks pretty tough. “We need a score now,” demands Granny. Well, yeah, thanks to you nearly choking yourself on your turn.
Boston’s nervous, but also excited cause he’s never done dominatrix before. “Even if I don’t win for my team, at least it will be a fun sexual experience,” he explains. What can I say? Beating a dude with a flower stick thingy is classic S&M. Nibbs agrees. “I beat dorks like him every day for a living. It won’t be any different,” she scoffs. Okay, between Nibbs bragging and Mr. Boston’s certainty that he’s cooked, I’m betting it’s gonna go the complete other way.
They get up to the bed, and nothing happens. Boston stands there looking confused. Nibbs just stares at him, telling us she’s doing a Jedi mind trick. Is that what she does at work? Straps ‘em in, and then stares? Hardly worth the money. She tells us she thinks she’s got him shook, but then he starts poking her with the flower stick thingy. First she just stands there with the crazy eyes, and then finally, she starts poking him back. “He doesn’t stand a chance,” she boasts. Oh, he is so gonna win this thing. “Hit her!” the Green Team yells at Boston. “Noooooooo!” yells Granny in slow motion…and Nibbs is down!
The Green Team wins! And it was Mr. Boston who won it for them! He jumps up and down on the bed like crazy. “My team is shocked, I’m shocked, it’s one of the best moments of my life,” he exclaims. Okay, I’ve got another hideous thing to say. Mr. Boston’s kind of growing on me. He’s just so…agreeable?
I know I know I know I know I know I know.
“This sucks on so many levels,” Nibbs laments, “Not only did I lose…I lost to Mr. Boston.” So, the underdogs win. “No one had any faith in him, but that soggy sucker is a champ!” says Chance. “That soggy sucker”. I don’t think it will apply anywhere, but I’m so appropriating it anyway. I’m also looking to bring back “meth scratched face”.
Granny Rodeo is majorly pissed off. Well, she lost too you know. Got her Rise N’ Shine oatmeally head stuck in a rope. White Boy says this proves the Green Team can work as a team and win this! Meanwhile, the Gold Team has to put up three teammates for elimination, and Miss Destiney gets to decide who goes home! Oh, I missed that part of the rules. How awesome. She even gets a title – Paymaster! “It’s a good place to be,” Destiney tells us. She feels powerful. Pumkin is running around the house in a very short shirt with her skanky beer belly hanging over he shorts. Delightful. Boston is in the kitchen with Brandi C. regaling her with the story of his flower stick thingy victory over Nibbs. Annoying looks on adoringly. Not so creepy now, huh? I so called that one.
Pumkin and her beer belly are nervous. She thinks her team thinks she is the weakest. She’s also concerned that Butterface and Destiney were on Rock of Love 2 together, and since Butterface hates her guts, she might use her influence. I don’t recall any love lost between Butterface and Destiney, so I wouldn’t be too concerned about that one. No one likes Butterface. They head to the vault, where the big, fake checks are stored and Craig J. informs them it’s time to make some important decisions.
Dang girl, wax off already.
Granny looks tough. She’s not messing around. Craig J. tells her that she needs to put the fake checks belonging to the three teammates she’s putting up for elimination into a locked box, and once the check goes in, the decision is final. If they can’t come to a decision after fifteen minutes, the Green Team will make the decision for them. The Green Team shuffles out very seriously to leave the Gold Team in privacy for the big decision.
Nibbs is certain she’s going in, and sure enough, Rodeo picks her first. She asks the team for a show of hands, and it’s final. Pumkin is next, and immediately starts yelling about how she knows she’s going home ’cause “that stupid bitch hates me!” The last check Granny pulls is for Toastee. “I don’t think I’m one of the weakest here,” Toastee whines. “Show of hands!” General Granny barks. And Toastee’s in too. Pumkin bursts into tears and starts carrying on about how she’s not going to kiss people’s asses who don’t like her. Okay, fine, go home then. “Bottom line, these are our three weakest links,” Granny explains.
The Gold Team shuffles back in, and Craig J. reads off the names. Butterface smiles smugly when Pumkin’s name is called. Oh, just wait til it’s your turn, Butterface. Which should be soon, cause nobody likes you. She tells us she’s happy cause she hates Pumkin. Yeah, you hate her cause you are her. Just skinnier.
And then we get another wrinkle…the Paymaster gets what’s called a Power Outing with the three possible eliminees! Oh, eliminee isn’t a word. But it should be, so I’m keeping it in. They get to go out on a little group date where the outcasts can try and convince the Paymaster that they should stay. “But how you do that…” says Craig J., “is up to you.” Pumkin thinks she is the smartest one, strategy wise. She wants to work with Toastee. Toastee reminds us that it was Nibbs who sent her home from Flavor of Love, and she’d like to return the favor. Pumkin tells Toastee that they need to remind Destiney of Nibb’s strength. “If she knows what’s best for her,” Pumkin says, “she’ll send her home.”
Destiney’s curious to see what goes on during the Power Outing. She’s looking to see who she can form an alliance with, and who she can trust. No one. Trust no one. Well, perhaps Flash. They walk into a restaurant with a bunch of people in flouncy skirts doing some kind of Mexican Can-Can. They ask Pumkin to dance. “Sure, why the fuck not?” replies Pumkin, all class as always. Meanwhile, Toastee is weighing her options. “Wouldn’t it be convenient if I got hurt right now?” she wonders. And a couple of seconds later, while she’s dancing, she fake falls and then fake cries. Some of the Mexican dancers rush on the scene and drape a bandana over the injured ankle. Ah, the old south of the border healing.
What’s wrong? Still hurts? Alright, let me get a sombrero. That one’s fool proof.
“I did a great job. I should be an actress,” says Toastee smugly. She really did work it. She’s fake crying her head off, shaking and everything. Then she’s screaming for medical attention. Everyone was freaking out. One of the producers (you can tell cause he’s rocking the public golf course ensemble that all the cable reality show producers wear) leaps over a table to get to her. Nibbs and Pumkin make a little bench with their arms, and carry Toastee out. And Destiney totally falls for it.
“Destiney takes the bait,” Toastee brags, “Don’t underestimate your girl Toastee.” After the medical emergency, the four of them sit at a table with some margaritas and Destiney tells them she’s got some more questions for them. She starts with Pumkin, who’s sitting next to her. Pumkin wastes not time ranting about how Destiney needs to eliminate the most physically fit person, because she won’t want to compete with her in the end. Destiney says Pumkin is making sense.
Then it’s Nibb’s turn. “You seem athletic,” Destiney parrots. “Well, I try and stay fit,” Nibbs answers honestly. She tells us she knows she needs to be strategic here, but she’s not sure how to do it. You know, I would kind of like Nibbs, if it weren’t for the constant reminder of how she sabotaged Toastee with Flav, only to reveal the very next week that she was an online porn ho too.
“Saying I’m strong and smart and a great competitor is what might get me cut,” Nibbs explains. It would also be a total damn lie. You’re strong and all, but no one on this show is smart, and you proved by getting your ass beaten by Mr. Boston that you’re really no competitor. Calling herself a loser doesn’t come easily, concedes Nibbs. Not so much for Pumkin, who wastes no time in yelling desperately, “This is a strategic game and you’re making yourself sound like you’re ready to kick ass and take her out!” Poor Nibbs just sits there looking confused.
“The other two are more adept at being phony,” Nibbs resigns herself, “I better start packing.” And Toastee’s still patting herself on the back for her handiwork. “I’ve successfully faked injury, got Destiney thinking Nibblz is the strongest,” she boasts. Actually, it was Pumkin who accomplished that part. Toastee is way too cocky. Could this mean she’s going?
Someone needs to kick this girl in the shin.
Back at the House of Ho, Annoying Brandi C. and Butterface decide to give Mr. Boston a tandem massage in bikinis as a reward for wining the challenge for their team. Hmmm, wonder whose idea this was? Mr. Boston strips down to his zebra print thong, still bragging about the victory. “We’re only doing the back,” Butterface warns. “His thong and pimply ass are disgusting.” Ugh, you know I so hate to agree with anything she says, but I wouldn’t want to get too close either. But Annoying the Whore is totally loving it. She’s got a glazed smile on her face while she enthusiastically rubs Boston all over. She is so going down on him tonight. Such a whore.
Over at the Power Outing, the group gets a note. Destiney will get to choose one person to get to spend some one on one time with, a la Bachelor. She chooses Pumkin, who tells us it’s time to work on her acting skills. “I’m pretty sure I saw your show, and it seemed like you were in better shape,” Destiney tells her. Pumkin immediately breaks down in fake sobs, and tells Destiney that she used to have an eating disorder. What? So? “I could have kicked your ass by sitting on you, I was so big,” she confesses. And Destiney eats this one up too! What happened to this ho? I could swear she was a little savvier on Rock of Love.
“I sealed the deal with Destiney,” Pumkin brags, as she and Destiney leave together. “I can get your back if you have mine,” Destiney reminds her. Oh no. She is not aligning with Pumkin. Talk about a deal with the devil. But Destiney tells us it’s obvious who she should send home.
When they get back to the house, Toastee makes a big fuss over how bad her ankle hurts and how everyone feels bad. But hold the phone, ho, not everyone…Hoopz and Chance are immediately suspicious. “How did it twist? Right or left?” Sporty Hoopz wants to know. “To the right?” Toastee answers vaguely. Chance thinks it’s a setup. And even Destiney is starting to wonder. “I feel bad that Toastee got hurt, but I think weaker may be more of a threat, cause they’re more manipulative.” Well, hello doll. Welcome to the game. Pumkin is worried that her plan will backfire, and Nibbs says keeping Pumkin in the game would be a mistake because she causes drama for everyone. Which would make it a terrible mistake to send her home for my purposes, actually. So I say sorry Nibbs.
You seem like a very nice dominatrix, but you should have brought the drama, not the free weights.
We meet up for elimination and Craig J.’s in a cheap looking suit with an even cheaper t-shirt. Was he going for trendy? It’s not working. I think we’ve answered the gay question. Toastee reminds us for the hundredth time that Nibbs was the one who cut her time short with Flav, and that karmas a bitch. Toastee is so weasly. And something about the way she talks gets on my nerves. Destiny is resplendent in a loud, printed dress with a built in bra. Borrowed from Flasher?
The first person to get a reprieve is Pumkin, who’s attired in a red Hefty bag and some Dirty Dancing jean shorts. She still walks funny. Destiney says she feels like she could take Pumkin. “And then there were two,” says Craig J.
“If this is a game of strategy, no captain would send home the weakest link,” says Toastee. Another one I hate to agree with, but true. Destiney’s got Toastee with a suspicious injured ankle, and and Nibbs as a threat and she doesn’t know who to trust. So she goes with her gut and chooses Toastee to be safe. Eh, she’ll eventually have to go, and I bet you it will be sooner rather than later.
“Payback’s a bitch,” brags Toastee. She limps up to accept her check and tells us she deserves an Oscar. Okay, enough already, ho. You’re not nearly as smart as you think you are. You’ll be out soon enough. Perhaps roasted on the grill along with Butterface at the hands of Granny Rodeo.
Ah, to be a Jesus on the wall in that house.
So, it’s farewell to Nibbs, who tells us she’s proud that she showed courage, and she did the best she could. Well, at least she’s going out with a little more class than Midge Mac. Heat scoops up Toastee in his arms, which I’m sure thrills Destiney to pieces, and Toastee tells us that she’s not going to tell anyone about her fake injury, because it could hurt her in the end. Flasher looks fabulous in some patchwork-y sarong with her hair all gypsy like. I only get a glimpse, but hey, I’ll talk what I can get.
And that’s our show. Next week, Flash gets some action, I think there’s some kind of drama between her and Twelve Pack and Butterface. I only pray that Flash doesn’t leave us. Not on episode three. Also, one of the guys tells Butterface that everyone hates her. Juvenile, but has to be done. Kisses til then, dolls…