Daisy of Love Finale: What Does It Matter Anyway?
And who really cares what love's got to do with it as long as we keep having glorious Daisy moments like these:

90210
Amazing Race
America's Best Dance Crew
America's Next Top Model
Biggest Loser
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Desperate Housewives
Design Star
DietTribe
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Flash Forward
Flipping Out
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Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami
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More to Love
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Real Chance of Love
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Toddlers and Tiaras
Tool Academy
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And who really cares what love's got to do with it as long as we keep having glorious Daisy moments like these:

Supposedly, we are losing two guys this week, SUPPOSEDLY. Getting rid of three would be fine with me but then what would I do with myself next week?

Nasty.
You are supposed to drop a quarter or a buck (if you're feeling really generous) into their cup and walk away, not invite them to stay with you!

This week on Daisy of Love..

Also, at this point in the game the Yack Castle is getting pretty claustrophobic. Which means that it's a perfect time to shove them all in the kitchen together to whip up a five course meal! Riki tells them as much wearing a t-shirt that I'm sure is not just the name of a band but pretty much how he feels about most of these guys.
What a sad week. Not only are we subjected to more brain damage courtesy of Fox, but it looks as though 12 Pack isn't packing so much.

Here's hoping.

Let's see. It's been two weeks since we last met and we are down to seven guys. A pierced up ex- stripper, a personal trainer smart ass, a famewhore, a good old boy, an annoying tattooed midget, his pining lover and the only person on the planet to get a negative score on his SATs. And today they will be beating the crap out of each other. There is a God!

After the entertaining masterpiece that was last week's episode, this week was a bit of a let-down. The producers thankfully agreed with me and to keep it from being all about Cage's Stage 4 drunken behavior and Fox's unimaginable depths of duncehood, so we got a little skunk action. This time the real thing, not just London's body odor. Zing! Let us begin.

This week was a hoot for me to watch and if I were a psychiatry student I could probably write an entire dissertation on the pathology of rock n roll love and the idiots that fall for bad boys. Honestly, I fell for one myself. Okay, maybe it was twice but I learned my lesson and now can only be manipulated by men with large wing-wangs and even larger bank accounts. Shout out to my baby- I love you! Muah!!
Another episode, another huge bill owed to the liquor store that is supplying the booze for these bozos. How I wish I owned the place that was lucky enough to sponsor the drinking on this show, I'd be on my fifth massage at the Four Seasons by now.
