Well, goodbye to Gumbi-lookin Phil Stacey. His send off was actually pretty touching (only if you touched yourself) but we all knew bean pole was going home. Go spend some time with your ugly daughter!
And to no big surprise, Chris was given the boot too. But more interesting is how much of a 'mo he and pint sized Blake turned out to be. "I'd go home for you" they would squawk at each other. I think they meant to say "I'd go home with you" as they both clutched their travel size KY Warming Fluid in their pockets with a twinkle in their eyes and a knot in their rears. Just get it over with and stick that shit in!
I'm sad that the horrifying mess we've unfortunately been accustomed to, Jordin Farts, is still in this competition. She has about as much talent in singing as my explanation of the proper usage of a dental dam. She best be going home next week!
And that leaves my luscious ladies, Melinda and LaKisha. What a wonderful duo, like Superman and Robin, or my mouth and dairy products. Loves. Work it, ladies!
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