Whoa. My head is still spinning from the amount of gobbledeegook that spewed from Fox's pie hole this week. I have met people approaching his level of wicked stupid before but this guy is in a league all his own. Even the sky high tripping and rolling hippies at Bonnaroo made more sense. By the way, thanks for all your well-wishes. I had a blast and I only saw one person throw up, and of course, it was on Sunday. Her mama should have told her not to mix turkey legs with Budweiser on top of peyote. That tryptophan will get you every time.

We begin in the hot tub this week with Daisy lighting Fox's cigarette. Keep smoking, Einstein. With any luck you'll get throat cancer and we'll never have to hear your voice again. Oh wait, I take that back. He'll probably survive the chemo and get one of those voice boxes which will make him twice as annoying! There's no winning with this guy.

Daisy asks the group in general if any of them have girlfriends back home, they all say that they are single and we are subjected to more weird math from Fox.

TT has had enough of this crap so he scurries off to his room to throw in that DVD of his granddad in the Wizard of Oz for the thousandth time. That musical talent of his, where does it come from, you ask? Two words- Lollipop Guild.

Everybody else is left in the hot tub watching Daisy make out with Fox and the animosity that is brewing with these guys is palpable. I'm surprised that one of them hasn't messed him up yet. It's got to be so frustrating to sit by while some pretty boy with peanut butter for brains is getting all the action. And there's that tiny little matter that he has a girl friend.

I mean, I guess that any one of these guys could have a chick waiting for them back home. They're all here for the fame anyway, but at least they're smart enough not to let that information come out. If they don't have a girlfriend, or they gave someone the heave-ho to be here, they have got to be super pissed. Which they are. Especially the big muscular guys. Yay! Just don't hit the pretty face, please.

Daisy decides to cook breakfast for the boys the next morning in her bestest homemaker outfit, i.e; a Frederick's of Hollywood french maid costume.

Her pancakes are mostly chocolate chips, she burns the living daylights out of them and for once I agree with TT. They look absolutely disgusting.

There are no challenges this week if you don't count the Herculean task of understanding Fox, so Daisy decides to spend time hanging out with the guys. Since 12 Pack got his ass handed to him last week and was such a good sport about it, she takes him on a field trip to a lingerie store.

When they enter the store I was under the impression that the limo did a u-turn back to Daisy's bedroom, it looked the same to me. Trashy and garish, and now that I've seen what 12 Pack is missing, not so sexy anymore. I'm sad but they can make it up to me.

Oh, and gasmii, did you happen to see the nude pictures of 6 Gauge that popped up on the internet while I was gone? Looks like his mom's OB-GYN tippled a drop too much Schnapps before circumcising the guy. His wang looked like one of my puppy's chew toys. So, more sadness. Sigh.

Back in the changing room at the lingerie store Daisy is feeling frisky and helps 12 Pack remove his undies. She must be as unimpressed as I was because she laughs her ass off after she gets him naked. I hope for his sake that her vision isn't 20/20 and that lingerie stores have mirrors like magnifying glasses.

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