Before we start with this week's episode, we need to actually talk about the backstory. There's this girl Kerry, and there's this girl Ripsi. Kerry is sweet and shy and softspoken and somehow bad (?). Ripsi is, well, a drinker. She takes the expression "Hair of the dog" and rapes it. To cure her hangover, she doesn't simply down a mimosa. She takes three shots of tequila. Needless to say, by the end of her hangover day, she's drunker than she was the night before. Plus, she internalizes things, which is why for no apparent reason, she simply charges defenseless Kerry and tries to choke her. Luckily, Kerry has some meager defense skills, and so she pushes Ripsi off her, sending her assailant off into the pool.

Funny thing about drunk girls and pools: they don't really match. Like cats. As the first episode ends, we see Ripsi treading for her life, about to go under. And as for the other girls? They're kind of just laughing.

This week's episode begins at the swimming pool where Ripsi is... not drowning. She's managed to wade over to the shallow end where her roommates are yanking her out by her arms -- which doesn't look painful at all. Once she's back on dry land, Ripsi's rage returns and she goes storming off like a rabid orca with legs. She quickly encounters Kerry on the staircase, and after a brief slap exchange, the full-scale tussle ensues as the girls claw at each other, pulling at their hair and clothing. Kerry manages to get a few choice kicks in before disentangling herself from the kung-fu grip of Ripsi, and for a brief moment, we actually think this thing might be over. Ripsi stumbles around with a glazed look in her eyes -- almost like she's ready to puke at any moment. Ah yes. A return to normalcy. When the girls alert her that she just beat up Kerry, Ripsi can't believe it. RIPSI DOESN'T DO THAT! "I love Kerry!" she says, adding, "And I show my love through an elaborate ritual of choking and hair pulling!"

Finally, calm returns to the house as Ripsi passes out on the couch, at last succumbing to the sweet pleasures of drunkenly slumber.

That last for about five seconds. Suddenly, Ripsi bounds up from the couch like a woman possessed and decided to take her rage out none other than all the Ikea crap populating the kitchen. She tosses chairs everywhere, throws various vases and trinkets, and even unleashes of fury of apples on all unsuspecting kitchen objects. It's a complete and total kitchen trashing, which makes sense because I heard she once was molested by a kitchen when she was little.

Then, with legs that don't even seem able to support her, Ripsi dashes/stumbles up the stairs and yells, "I dare you to fuck with me!!!" to no one in particular (maybe a trivet gave her a nasty look). Suddenly, she's up in a bedroom, attacking Jodie, who was innocently sleeping in her bed. It's both hilarious and horrifying, and as poor Jodie suffers the wrath of Ripsi, the rest of the roommates stand around and either laugh or gently reprimand their drunken friend. Now that's what I call diffusing a situation!