This week's episode began with the girls all hanging out in the living room, continuing to discuss the future of Ripsi. For those of you who may have missed all the fun, Ripsi got rip(si) roaring drunk last week and essentially unleashed a torrent of violence on the house. Bearing the brunt of her inebriated fury were Kerry and Jodie, not to mention some very unlucky chairs and Pier 1 items. Anyway, we now found the girls all debating Ripsi's future in the house. Should she stay, or should she go? Kerry flat out announced that either Ripsi had to leave or she would leave. Who would go??

In a last ditch attempt to extract pity or empathy or whatever from Kerry, Ripsi again reiterated that she'd never gotten so drunk before, and when that didn't seem to work (Zara was laughing in the background), she decided that maybe if she raised her voice, it might be more effective. And so Ripsi, her hair still wrapped in a towel of shame, began yelling, "I DON'T REMEMBER THIS SHIT!!! I DON'T REMEMBER IT!!!!!" But seriously, she doesn't have a temper or anything. Ripsi then realized that her strict Armenian parents probably wouldn't be so proud of her at this moment; so she exonerated them from any blame by saying, "The kind of family I was brought up in, you don't ACT THIS WAY!!!!" What was is that? Screaming randomly AT THE END OF YOUR SENTENCES!!!!!

Truth was that this was a very strange, almost paradoxical scene. It seemed like Ripsi was having some sort of weird apologetic tantrum. Of course, no one actually believed she was sincere. She was just trying to cover her ass, and this was most evident when Jodie suggested that she maybe get some therapy. Immediately, Ripsi dropped her whole contrite tone and snapped back, "Don't judge me! SHUT UP!!!" Yeah, just because she got wasted and went on a violent rampage and trashed the house and beat up a girl who was minding her own business on account of being ASLEEP doesn't mean that she might need therapy!!! STOP JUDGING POOR RIPSI!!!

Nevertheless, Jodie quickly shot back, "I don't throw fists, sweetheart."

"You know what? I will throw fists again! So you better shut up!" Ripsi threatened. Memo to Ripsi: If you want to convince the girls that you won't throw fists again, you probably shouldn't promise to, you know, throw fists again.

Ultimately, Jodie announced, "I feel like I'm too good for all this." It probably was true, but then again, I'm sure Jodie's no angel either. As you might expect, this certainly set Ripsi off. "Oh! You feel like you're too good for all this?" she asked. "I come from the most privileged background, and I don't act this way!!!" Yeah, you tell her, Ripsi! She's not a snob! A drunken, idiotic, violent mess, yes. But snob? NEVER!

As you might imagine, this all didn't work out too well for the Ripsi-doodle. It was decided that she must go home, causing her best friend forever of four days, Zara, to resume her bawling routine. Mmmm... the sweet nectar of psychotic neediness.