This week on I Love Money, we find out what happened on that suspenseful cliffhanger! You know, the one that was spoiled instantly if you watched VH1 at all during the week? Yeah! I'm all aflutter!
We open to everyone heading for the vault, a delightful change from the usual morning scenes! As you'll recall from last week, Brandi volunteered to leave and they needed one more person for the strongbox. Whiteboy starts the voting ceremony and asks if anyone wants him in the box. No one does, but almost everyone wants Toastee in there, so that solves the nominee problem! They don't even vote on Pumkin; The Gourd just wins immunity by default. I'd rather see her go in there, but for what it's worth, Toastee gets to show off how adorably she's dressed.
Strongbox loser, but glamour winner!
I like it because I have a shirt that's very similar, and that's fitting, since Toastee's ensemble is probably just a shirt as well. Pants be damned! Wardrobe aside, Hoopz is torn over sending Megan or Toastee home. She gave Megan her word, but Megan is so wonderfully awesome it makes Hoopz feel threatened. She debates over it for about 24 seconds before inviting Real to get his check. Hoopz thanks him for the marriage proposal and...that's about all she does to address it. Doesn't say yes, doesn't say no, but we all know what that means: not bloody likely. Thanks for playing, Real!
Now it's down to Toastee and Megan. Megan gets called up first, and Hoopz explains that Megan is a threat. She did surprisingly well in the pole competition and she's a huge manipulator, etcetera. However, Hoopz gave her word and that means something! Mostly it means Toastee's going home. Pumkin reacts more than Toastee does, although that's likely because Toastee's always chillaxin' and Pumkin is clinically insane.
A close cousin to Lily Megan.
On her way out, Toastee hollers to Megan, "You left some cottage cheese on your ass. It's called cellulite! Get Brandi C's doctor, okay?" It seems like she may have also said "fuck you," but VH1 does some odd editing that throws 'Megan' in there in place of 'fuck' and I don't know why I'm thinking about this so extensively. I'm just a conspiracy theorist, I love when shit seems suspicious or they edit terribly! Anyway, Toastee has to pack her bags and peace out. None of the houseguests are bummed, but we'll pour one out for her at TVgasm!
Back at the house, Real and Hoopz sit together awkwardly. She looks like she wants to be anywhere else in the world, and he's staring at her like, "What time do you want to give me a blowjob?" After she wanders away, Real calls Chance for some advice. I'm sure Chance is really a relationship authority. His brilliant plan is for Real to play it smart, which - wow, where would he be without that help? Chance reveals he thinks Whiteboy and Hoopz have something going on, so Real takes that as gospel. These three seconds of speculation suddenly become straight-up fact. This really reminds me how much I miss Chance in the house, except I don't at all!
Chance also claims Whiteboy called Hoopz a whore. Well, actually he called her some expletive that's censored out, but whore is my best guess. Chance concludes, "Every man for they self now, huh? That's why you gotta kill." Chance repeats these sentiments for about 13 minutes. More importantly though, let's take a look at what's happening in the next bedroom.
Bow chicka bow wow!
Those covers are all moving around while Real takes the call. What the shit? I know VH1 is just trying to imply these two are fucking even though they're probably not, but still, it's totally working on me!
Surprisingly no one dwells on that footage. Instead we cut to the next morning, where Hoopz receives the challenge call on the T-Mobile Shadow. The challenge is about being in trouble if you're seeing double, so everyone kind of assumes they'll have to get dizzy. Pumkin feels like she'll do all right with that. Presumably she's dizzy enough in her daily life, but she admits that if the challenge is physical, she'll never pull it off. True dat.
The group drives out to a beach, and they're greeted with a toilet as part of the challenge. If this involves people pooping in public, I'm totally sold, but I'm going to be a sad panda if it's about puking. The spitting episode was bad enough - don't make things worse, I Love Money!
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Comments (4)
I fucking HATE Real. What makes this poop sac think Hoopz would marry him? He's gross, he's short, his breath probably stinks, and he's imitating Flavor Flav for godsake. Im glad Pumkin is gone, I dont think I could take another week of having to look at that wrinkly butt she calls a face. I hope Megan wins.
1 of 4 | Posted by Poopsicle | Posted on September 28, 2008 2:08 PM
I hate Hoopz. And this is why: "She admits she had to kiss Flav so it doesn't get much worse" Bitch nobody forced u to go on FOL and kiss Flav's ugly ass. You's a greedy attention whoring slut like everyone else there.
2 of 4 | Posted by Niecy | Posted on September 28, 2008 11:43 PM
Anytime I have a favorite on one of these shows, they're guaranteed to get booted very quickly. It's a great power and a curse.
Poor Toastee!
I'll miss her weirdly distorted face and oddly shaped unformed body!
They kept Hoopz in the background at the beginning of the show, but now that they're letting her move into the foreground, I'm succumbing to her charm...
Which means she'll be going home next week....
3 of 4 | Posted by itchy | Posted on September 28, 2008 11:47 PM
"He knocks over a few cups, pukes into the sand, and probably jerks himself off along the way."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
4 of 4 | Posted by rubinia | Posted on September 30, 2008 6:32 AM