POSTS TAGGED: road rules

“But how will I ever afford to live?” Jonna wonders. “How does one get money in this world, if not through The Challenge?”

This attraction kind of makes sense, since Chet is dressed like early-90′s Zach Morris, back when Trishelle was a teenager.

Knock-down, drag-out, yell-nonsense style.

… Yes, Trishelle, it does vaguely resemble a television show. Pray tell, what do you think the big black boxy things you’re talking to are for?

Or, more accurately: the challengers try to think, and quickly tank.

Because “The Dark Knight” was already taken by the people who titled the actual episode.

Sarah/Alton and Devyn/Big Easy heat up, while the Fresh Meat give each other salmonella.

Apparently all it takes for a rookie revolution is for half the challengers to be rookies.

Seriously, villain is way too generous. Might I suggest rascal or mischief-maker? (Yes, I Googled synonyms.)

Hey, remember the last eight weeks?

… and if anyone, anywhere wanted to see Abe’s bouncing bare ass.

Mark and Robin send thanks from their toasty living rooms.

Renewed

I wouldn’t wish this crap on these asshats or my worst enemies. Except the puzzles.

The final challenge takes place on the proverbial witch’s nipple.

The final three Disastrous Duos are revealed. (Spoilers within for those who haven’t watched!)

What’s Portuguese for “schadenfreude”?

TJ gets all Jeff Probst and calls out CT and Diem on their boneheaded Dome choice.

Emily brings some “theatrical fun” from a more backward century.

Emily mixes up “innocent” and “ignorant.”

Camila gets FUBAR, and Cara Maria busts Abe’s balls repeatedly.

Camila is a problematic drinker, and the challenge involves touching each other on a 20-foot pole.

Jasmine and Tyrie bicker, the cast straddles a log, and Mark’s mouth gets him talked about, or so we hear.

The exes seem to be getting along, except the ones who fall on each other’s heads.

Go cry, Emo Abe.

Knees are busted, teeth are chipped, big holes are dug in the sand.

Vinny is a brainless slab of beef, and Wes is a luckless pile of turkey.

In which one cast member reminds us why these people don’t have real jobs.

I have to assume that jumping into the water without any kind of surfactant would just make them wet and sticky. But I’ve never swum in the Dominican Republic. Maybe their water is special. Or maybe these people are just really, really slippery.

Honey is surprisingly slippery.

Will Prissy take Doofy back? Try not to pass out and fall off the edge of your seat.

Pride on Parade

Advanged gaygebra: Homosexuality + homophobia = conflict.

A whole new side of Nate, a very boring side of Alex, and the same crazy side of Frank.

They really didn’t need to show most of this $#!+, but here it is anyway!

Everything comes to a head, and that head will roll.

The most insane final in Challenge history leads to some breakdowns.

An intense elimination rematch, but more importantly: Wes gets a smackdown courtesy of Cara Maria!

The shiteth hath hiteth the fan… eth.

Almost the entire Challenge-verse turns against Cara Maria and Laurel.