It's not that she did anything noteworthy this afternoon, but thanks to her now-notorious observations about POOFs (Persons Of Other Faiths)
(Note: My theater friends would mark this statement as
foreshadowing.)
After enduring as much as I could, I found myself asking. What Would Jesus do? Probably close the lid on His laptop and flip the remote over to Adult Swim.
He looks in at the Donatos again, comes out again, raves by the hot tub some more (shouting the phrase that inspired the title of this recap, thank you Dustin!), and then runs up and shrieks at the closed door, "Washed up deadbeat white trash dad!!!"
Later, around 9PM BB time, Dick is sitting alone on the patio, blowing smoke rings and muttering to himself, also throwing his head back and laughing occasionally as if he were Joan Crawford or Bette Davis.
He gives a shout-out to son Vincent, and declares that he's going for prizes in the POV comp; then, like Norma Desmond, he states that he's ready for his close-up in the Diary Room whenever BB DeMille is.
"Omigod when I get out of here I'm never going to trust anyone again, and I'm never going to believe anyone is sleeping again!" I hear Rob Zombie is remaking Halloween and is looking for good screamers, Little Girl.
During Zach and Dustin's pow-wow in the kitchen, Jam and Amb come down from HoH, and Dustin hugs Amber goodnight and tries to pick her up, failing to get liftoff and instead wrenching his back.
Too much came out about D/A in Eric's heart-to-heart chats over the past 48 hours to ignore it (not to mention HELLO McFLY, A BANNER CALLING AMBER A LIAR! *sigh*)
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I loved the whole thing from start to finish, including the pics and captions.
Too many quotables, but here are a few of my favorites:
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