After last week's panel, Katy, Ben, and Dominic are up for potential elimination. Katy tries to sneak in a little stress eating, but Casey chides her about not eating sausage right before bed. Oddly, Ronnie gave Ben the opposite advice.

Dominic comes busting into the kitchen, demanding to know who's been talking shit. Beautiful Frankie takes the opportunity to say that he thinks a lot of the girls are backstabbers. They talk about each other behind their backs, but are friendly to their faces. Frankie, that's how female friendships work! Probably upwards of 80% of conversations I have with any of my girlfriends are about the girls that aren't there. That's just what women do.

Dominic counters by saying that he'd rather have people talk to his face than behind his back. He needs one of those "I am the best person to discuss me with" rule lists that made ANTM Cycle 7 contestant Furonda infamous. Because no one is going to remember him for his beak nose and constant whining. Yeah, I know, I know, the first couple episodes I was all about him, but as Feministephanie loves to remind us, beauty is more than skin deep. He's like the boy you're smitten with in 8th grade that maybe just transferred to your school and dresses kinda different and is a little mysterious but then you find out his favorite band is Def Leppard and suddenly he's not so cute anymore. True story.

The next morning, Ronnie gently wakes his roommate Ben and offers to hold his hand during elimination. They share the gentlest and tenderest of hugs, and Ben is off.

Dominic says he doesn't know if he'll be leaving or not. I do. Then he pulls out my #1 personal pet peeve and says this week it's "a whole nother" ballgame. Really? It isn't another whole ballgame? No? A whole nother ball game. I see.

Then he whips out pet peeve #2 - "everything happens for a reason," which he reads off an embroidered baseball hat. If you say so, Dom, but I can't figure out for WHAT reason someone would have ever written that hackneyed piece of crap on a cap.

Katy says the point is to make her a supermodel, not to pick a supermodel off the street ready to go. She's got a point.

It's more hugs, kisses, goodbyes, and out the door. Beautiful Frankie says he's sick of all these people around the house, and they need to do two eliminations at a time. BF is making a whole lot of sense lately, and its weirding me out.

Back at panel, the judges reiterate the models' weaknesses. Dominic can't walk, Ben needs to let down his guard (another prison guard pun?), and Katy isn't evolving as much as they'd like.

The results are in - and Dominic is eliminated! See ya, douche bag! In his exit interview, he says he feels cheated (of course) because he got faulty advice and coaching on how to walk and that didn't go over well with panel. As long as it wasn't your fault, Dominic. He goes on to say that the biggest bummer would be him going home and getting recognized as the guy who can't walk and I instantly want to track him down so I can do just that in the aisle at Walgreen's. He closes by bitching that they didn't "give me some shoes that fit." I'd rather give you a mouth that shuts.

Back at the house, the models are speculating the results. Feministephanie says everyone wants Dominic gone. But Beautiful Frankie counters by saying there's a difference between who they want to go home and who deserves to go home. See what I mean? He's the new Voice of Reason. Beautiful Frankie, if you keep it up, you're going to get re-nicknamed.

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