We join our chicos at the dinner table shortly after Vinci has ousted Janet in last weeks duel. It quickly becomes apparent that things are a wee bit tense at the Casa de Locos between Vinci and his brethren and Vinci is out for revenge. He is a little flushed and generally pissy as he slouches in his chair slurring his word like he's an extra acting the part of a thug from Scarface. You've got to love a drunken cheeseball who's convinced that he's a legend, except that it's restricted to his own mind. I'm kind of appreciating the opportunity of seeing Vinci is his full glory, since it goes a long way toward obliterating any lingering images of potential hunkiness on his part.

Poor Vinci, he so wants to be seen as dark dangerous force, maybe a Latino spin-off of the Sopranos, except that Tony would have whacked him before the first commercial. So, you know, it's kind of a serious insult when Silvia feels bad for Vinci, instead of fearing the dark revenge he plans on wreaking on the housemates. Sort of like when Mom busts in on the playground to make sure the class bully washed behind his ears. When Silvia starts to explain to Vinci why she voted for him, Vinci is having none of it. His tough guy image don't want none of her stinkin kindness, but Vinci puts it a little differently. He poetically tells Silvia that if she wants to be Mother Theresa she should go be a religious girl and that if Silvia wants to be nice she should go do customer service. Not surprisingly, this kind pisses Silvia off, so Vinci decides to show how really bad he is. And he calls her a bad word. Seriously, don't f**k with this dude. But what's killing me is that I have no idea what the word was. It sounds like he called her a "chickenshit", but that seems a little lame to get such a strong reaction from Berto and Enrique. Berto intervenes calling Vinci a "son of a bitch" and little Enrique comes storming out into the kitchen all bare-chested to remonstrate with Vinci. I've got to say that, even with a bandana wrapped around his wrist, the bare-chested look might not be the way for Enrique to go when he's trying for the machismo thing, though he does have kind of a cute little potbelly. Vinci is giggling because he said a bad word and nobody washed his mouth out with soap. Now, he's all brave so he goes on to call Silvia a puta/whore, or at least I'm pretty sure that's what he said but the bleep made that a little unclear as well. It might be a little premature for Vinci to get so confident that he's getting away with all of this. I'm pretty sure that Maria Conchita isn't going to be happy when she hears about it; she wants her telenovela men hot in the flesh, but pure of heart. And you don't want to mess with Maria Conchita.

In Webster's, pictured under Asshat.

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