We should have known Jenn was headed for big things at the outset of the episode as she and Sandy prepared some meal. The two of them were positively giddy, especially when Sandy suggested pulling a menu off the internet. "YEAH!!!" chirped Jenn, who acted as if she had just been invited to be the CEO of Candyland.

Unfortunately, she must have pulled a crappy menu off of FoodTV.com because the mood was considerably more somber after the meal. Sandy and Kelly badmouthed Jenn in the living room, but either they were using their outdoor voices or Jenn has super hero hearing because our flaxen lawyer inserted herself into the conversation with one of my favorite reality lines: "I can hear what you're saying." That was too bad. Jenn being in the Jenn-bashing conversation really made it hard to continue with the Jenn-bashing.

Since the awkward confrontation apparently didn't lead anywhere, the producers were left with nothing else to do but cut to the moon. And when the moon refused to get into an argument with Jenn, the producers cut to a floor buffer and an escalator repairman. Just when the B-Roll threatened to head into an even more mundane task (I feared we'd be getting a direct feed from a mattress warehouse next), we returned to the loft where Kelly answered Rhona's morning call AGAIN (note my weak joke in the opening paragraph). Coming in second place was Kevin who awkwardly stood behind Kelly before slowly ambling off into the recesses of the apartment.

The group all travelled up to The Donald's corner office where they put on their best informercial smiles. As Trump extolled the virtues of a corner office, Kelly nodded his head as if to say "Why yes, I DO need a better omelette pan!" With his supplicants eagerly slurping up any pearls of wisdom he may have, Donald continued to babble about wealth and power and yada yada yada. "If you do well in life," he started one line. Are they not doing well? Does this mean that after Wharton and Law School Kevin's going to wind up at a shelter?

Speaking of Kevin, did anyone else have the uncontrollable desire to lend him a handkerchief? Not because he was sweating. But because he had some dollop of something at the corner of his mouth. To the naked eye, it appeared to be the cream cheese relic of a too-hastily consumed bagel, but we'll also accept rogue bead of sweat or errant glitter.