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Heather hasn't laughed that hard since she saw Bret Michaels' dick. Mr. Boston is undeterred, proposing that his show will be about picking up chicks in different countries. That's not a terrible idea, all things considered. He'd probably have more luck with girls who don't speak English. The audience hoots and hollers for that creation, which means VH1 will pick it up in approximately three days.

Mr. Boston adds that he doesn't want to make a career of reality shows like, ahem, Megan. She waves joyously but Brandi steps in to defend her, natch. Even when someone's just making a casual observation about Megan, Brandi gets super aggressive. They could do a segment about Megan wearing bathing suits and Brandi would be up in there like, "Y'all don't know her life!" Boston counters by saying he doesn't want to be on reality shows with skanks like Brandi anymore. We'll just assume he's looking for new skanks. Leave your applications for that in the comments, maybe we can put in a good word.

Next, it's time to look at The Entertainer's sadsack life! CJ notes that The Entertainer went on a dating show and wound up with a woman hating him, and he went on a show for money but wound up broke. I don't think that's entirely the case, since VH1 paid for him to be in Mexico and they certainly didn't take money from him each week he was there, although I'd watch that show. Anyway, CJ is bad at irony. We get some footage of Pumkin and The Entertainer making out hardcore during their time abroad, which I totally don't even remember! Maybe that was during ChickBomb's watch, before I became intimate with every facet of these clowns' lives.

A refresher - not to be confused with refreshing.

The Entertainer climbs into the hot seat, where he's immediately questioned about the Pumkin hook-up. Maybe he can't remember it either, because he pauses for an awkward stretch before remarking, "Pumkin, you lost a lot of weight! You look terrific." I planned on touching on this later, but since The Entertainer's jumping my gun here, let's go for it: Pumkin looks like a bobblehead doll. She may have been Reality Fat before, but never Real Person Fat. Now she's about 17 pounds total and she's out there in a Hervé Léger knock-off - one of those bandage dresses that's universally unflattering. Even the skinniest girls look six months pregnant in them, but Pumkin still looks rail thin. All I'm sayin' is don't be shocked when she goes into food rehab.

Golf claps all around.

The Entertainer says Pumkin's an attractive woman, but some people might disagree. That's Megan's cue to wave heartily, like her sailor's pulling up to the dock. Love it! The Entertainer goes on to mention that Pumkin's actions are unattractive, which is seriously the pot calling the kettle black. We'll all remember this observation next time he's screaming about wanting to cut someone's throat. They conclude it was mutually the biggest mistake of their lives, so hey! Glad that's settled.

The Entertainer announces that he played this game as honestly and fairly as he could, so he really didn't try to backstab Heather. It should be noted that Heather looks flawless, seriously, but they keep showing her over Megan's shoulder so Megan has room to make nasty faces in all the shots. In other news: Megan rocks. The Entertainer says that if Heather hadn't told him to keep their alliance a secret, he would've sent Megan home on that fateful night. Heather adds that she would've won the next challenge and someone hardcore would've gone home. The next challenge was Ye Olde Stripper Pole, of course, and she could've hung there for two hours! From anyone else, that would be a ballsy claim but from Heather, it's just common sense.

CJ asks 12 Pack why the alliance with The Entertainer and Heather broke down. He cites the Stallionaire alliance as being much stronger, but LOL, remember when Chance got sent home early? Me too! 12 Pack says his alliance struggled because he didn't really know The Entertainer, and our boy Frankie doesn't do what anyone tells him. That's all water under the bridge though - they're best friends now and they have slumber parties all the time! Sadly, those are his exact words; I didn't have to gay anything up at all. 12 Pack tries to redeem it by saying that if they're hooking up with chicks, they just put a sheet up between them. Then I puked.

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