Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Bachelor Recap Episode 9: Hunting for Tail in South Africa

Welcome back, Readers. It’s Episode 9 of the most dramatic Bachelor season in the history of Bachelor seasons. Well, at least until next season. Over exaggeration aside, we’re headed to South Africa this week along with Brad and the final three ladies in search of true love or a connection or a journey worth taking or a something ‘huge’ or whatever Brad calls it this week. With just Emily, Chantal, and Ashley remaining, it’s Fantasy Suite time and we all waited in breathless anticipation to see who would be the first to put out in hopes of winning the grand prize.

Before we begin, I realize that I owe you the results of the Brad Womack Haiku Contest. First of all, thanks to all of you who submitted an entry via the comment section, Facebook, or email. All entries were strongly considered and my decision was a difficult one. For those of you with less than the 15 minutes worth of patience it takes to read this blog, simply scroll down to the end of this entry to see the results and the fabulous prize.

For those of you who have taken your Ativan, I’ll announce the results at the end. All in all, the contest provided many laughs for me. I appreciate it. I really do. Truly. I mean that. Now, can I give you a recap? Thank you. I meant that. I really did. No doubt about it.

On another note, tomorrow, March 2nd is Texas Independence Day. That’s a big deal here in the Lone Star State. Don’t forget to drink a beer or two for me. With that out of the way, let’s get to it.

Yogi Berra once quipped, “this is like déjà vu all over again.” The same could be said about the first 15 minutes of this week’s episode. Back in New York we see Brad brooding and packing while sporting his first of three long underwear shirts. I suppose the Manhattan Fruit of the Loom Outlet Store held a sale which Brad attended after kicking Shawntel to the curb despite meeting her formaldehyde-loving family in Chico, California and then dragging her back across the North American landscape in order to dump her and send her back to her formaldehyde-loving family in Chico, California.

Brad busts out the Church of the Latter Day Saints Thesaurus he found in his hotel nightstand and proceeds to use every synonym for the word “excited” in order to adequately describe his feelings. I turned to my personal thesaurus and yelled every synonym for the word “bored” at my television before freeing up a hand and popping the top off my first Lone Star of the evening. “Get on the plane, A-hole!”

We relive the same detail as Episode 8 Brad’s “journey” with Chantal, Emily, and Ashley and see each in a positive and negative light in an attempt to make us wonder who’s on the bubble this week. Is it squealing Ashley and her giant forehead and fake dentist degree? Is it the human roller coaster that is Chantal and her recognizable weight gain? Or is it the lovely and stable yet emotionally distant Emily? I was already on my second Lone Star.

After another few minutes of recycled footage and audio coupled with unedited shots of Brad pretending to think while looking out the window of a South African Air jet for the entire 15 hour flight, we finally land in South Africa. I knew this because of the terribly expensive ABC graphic showing the fake plane headed from New York to its destination and also because of the canned National Geographic footage of the indigenous wildlife and bongo music that would be—you guessed it—recycled for the remaining hour and forty minutes of the show.

After artfully describing South Africa as a “vast land full of exotic animals” (perhaps he also had the Church of Latter Day Saints Almanac) we see Brad brood some more in flip flops as he arrives at the Lion Sands Wild Game Preserve in Sabi Sands and prepares to view some tail.

CHANTAL FANTASY DATE

Looking ridiculous and knowing it, Brad leaves his bungalow dressed in a green, multi-pocketed safari shirt and a foolish looking safari hat. I imagine the pockets were for the condoms and wet wipes doled out by the show’s production crew in anticipation of the Fantasy Suite dates this week. That beats carrying a satchel, especially in the event of an animal attack. I’d hate to see Brad tangled in his man bag while trying to evade a charging Rhinoceros, for instance. Speaking of a rhinoceros, Brad’s first date is with the emotional and physical roller coaster we’ve come to know as Chantal, although Brad seems to still think her name is “Shon-tail.” Perhaps he was being optimistic about the impending overnight.

After applying his Nonoxynol-9 infused Axe Body Spray, Brad arrives to pick up the least likely of the women to contract a sexually transmitted disease this week, yet the most likely to pass one on to the girls in her wake. Congrats on drawing the longest straw in the boarding area at JFK Airport, Chantal. Oh, and congrats at getting the first crack at Brad’s longest straw this week. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. We assume she threw her weight behind the victory.

Chantal awaits Brad in jean shorts and the female version of Brad’s safari shirt, making him look even more ridiculous than when he was the only one wearing it. They were like a South African version of that overweight couple we see at every theme park who, despite being childless, go to the park anyway. In a show of solidarity and a display of the uncontroverted evidence of their otherwise sedentary lifestyle they wear matching t-shirts and fanny packs while holding hands and enjoying the rides.

Chantal hits Brad with a “nice hat” as his jeep pulls in front of her. “You can’t be in the bush without a safari hat,” he replies. Clearly, that was plug for the maker of the condoms in his shirt pockets. After all, disease is rampant in sub-Saharan Africa and it’s imperative to always wear a “safari hat” when entering the “bush.” I’d be willing to bet that Harrison had a bowl full of “safari hats” on the coffee table in the Mandela Suite at whatever luxury high rise hotel he chose to stay at in lieu of the game preserve.

Brad dismounts the jeep with the same grace he dismounted his horse a few weeks ago and announces to an inexplicably shocked Chantal that he has a safari planned for the first part of the day. Why was she shocked? Going to a wild game preserve in South Africa and not expecting to go on a safari is like going to Charlie Sheen’s house and not expecting to see hookers and blow all over the place. By the way, it is me or is that guy a hell of a lot more stable when he’s drunk and high? The guy makes Lindsey Lohan look like the Dalai Lama for crying out loud.

I mean really. Going to a game preserve in South Africa and being “surprised” by a safari is weird. That’s like—oh, I don’t know--getting divorced after an awful mistake of a marriage and then listening to your wealthy, latently homosexual step-father’s suggestion to apply for a reality dating show immediately after the divorce that quietly but not so subtly demands starving yourself on a liquid diet six weeks before going on the show in order to draw the affection of a total stranger 15 years older in hopes of beating out 24 other women and falling hopelessly and permanently in love within 28 days after a series of short, meaningless dates with the aforementioned man all the while crying and stressing so much that the only comfort available is the free beer and junk food offered in large quantities at any time of day and then being “surprised” by an inordinate yet substantial weight gain. Oh wait . . .

Surprised, Chantal jumps aboard the jeep with Brad, a driver, and some guy strapped to the front of the car. Upon closer inspection, I believe that guy’s name tag said, “Bait.” Brad “thanks for being heres” Chantal. He really does. Truly. He means that. They both compare the danger of the safari to the danger of a relationship as Chantal views sleeping lions, apathetic giraffes, wildebeests, monkeys and, of course, the jackass next to her.

Chantal and Brad--painfully oblivious to the fact that the hippopotamus is literally the most dangerous and aggressive animal in Africa (besides Harrison)--proceed to picnic by the river in front of several of them. Look, I’m not a cynic and contrary to the way this next sentence is going to sound, I don’t like to be deliberately mean. However, based on the Producer’s treatment of Emily with the private jet and the race car dates and some of the other unmemorable girls this season, is it a coincidence that Chantal got the hippo date? I’m just sayin’.

Chantal uses the opportunity for another poor metaphor and as I took a sip of Lone Star number three or four I wondered if one of the hippos also had a confused father who secretly loved Brad. Failing to find a hippo in a purple shirt with a glass of pinot noir, I brought my attention back to Chantal and imagined that she probably felt cramped by the quaint confines of the game preserve considering that it was smaller than her parents’ living room. Regardless and in spite of the fact that there was no homo-erotic art in sight, she coped and earned a kiss from our potential soon-to-be groom.

Brad meets Chantal for dinner in plaid as she sports an unfortunate choice of a full length cotton tie die dress. It’s clear that her lack of confidence in her appearance has been affecting her wardrobe choices. However, I did think that she looked very pretty at dinner. I was thankful for that because listening to the unbelievably awkward conversation was like being eaten by lions.

In short, Chantal lets us know that she “hopes to prove her love” for Brad. Translation: I’m going for broke in the Fantasy Suite and I don’t care who knows it. After a litany of “at the end of the days” “I mean thats” and “I like that about yous” Brad offers the Fantasy Suite Card and Chantal immediately chooses to forgo her individual room along with her scruples and be the first one to enter the sex portion of the Future Mrs. Womack Contest.

Brad and Chantal wander aimlessly in the bush while searching for their tree house so that he can wander aimlessly in the bush. A tree house? Did the Producers expect them to forage for berries in the branches and throw their feces at each other all night before waking up and checking each other for parasites? And where was the pisser in that place? What if Mother Nature called post coitus? Incidentally, why does Mother Nature call a person’s bladder? Is she not aware that we have cell phones? Regardless, Chantal drops some overt references to rocking Brad’s world and I think we can all fill in the rest of the blanks. You know what they say: Ha-Poon-a Matada.

Yes, I realize that half of you are laughing at that reference, while a quarter of you are scratching your heads and the other quarter is deleting me from your Favorites page. I just made the most entertaining song in The Lion King dirty and some of you will never forgive me for it. Annnnyyyyhooo . . .

EMILY FANTASY DATE

After more Marlon Perkin’s Mutual of Omaha lead ins, we see Brad waiting around for Emily to emerge from the jungle in order to embark on whatever adventure “he” planned for them.

After washing off the remaining Chantal and applying liberally his African bush scented Axe Body Spray, Womack waits anxiously dressed in a blue t-shirt, gray cargo shorts that bordered on Capri pants, and low-top Chuck Taylor sneakers.

Dude, you’re the star of the show. At this point, it’s alright to say no to a wardrobe selection. First the ridiculous Jack Hannah outfit and now they dress him like a six year old? I don’t care if Old Navy did sponsor this portion of the show or if he’s going to drop the hammer on three attractive ladies. Dress like a guy, for God’s sake.

In sharp contrast to Brad’s playground fashion Emily steps into frame in her own version of the safari shirt rolled and unbuttoned in all of the perfect places. She accents it with a large, but tasteful turquoise necklace with a matching bracelet and ring and a pair of activity-appropriate, leather, calf-high boots. The entire outfit, however, revolves around perhaps the best fitting short white denim shorts in the history of any garment of clothing ever worn. Ever. Period. I mean that. I really do. Truly. No doubt about it.

Did I mention the shorts? Good Lord. I’ve seen coats of fur on live animals fit worse than those shorts. The paint on the guys in The Blue Man Group isn’t as snug as those perfect little shorts. I haven’t been that excited since Ms. Clare dropped her chalk in front of my desk in seventh grade Earth Science class. Ms. Clare was the Emily of her time. I’d be willing to bet she’s still hot. I’m still upset that she didn’t have the same proclivities as that Mary Kay LeTourneau lady. Ms. Clare would be out of prison by now and we’d be living happily in obscurity raising our children and spending our royalty money. Sigh . . .

At any rate, after hugging her and getting a closer look at those shorts, Brad leaves in order to manage his erection and obtain appropriate transportation. As Brad duck runs away (WOMACK!) Emily hopes aloud that a lion doesn’t come and eat her. I began wishing I was a lion.

Brad arrives looking like some sort of dopey, white Mowgli atop an elephant and Emily lets out an “Oh, my goodness gracious” and an “Oh dear Lord” as the elephant drops down to its belly to manage its erection and reflect upon Emily’s shorts.

After helping Emily aboard the luckiest elephant in Africa, the guide steers the elephant to an elephant watering hole and leaves to manage his erection after seeing Emily’s shorts. Emily, Brad, and Emily’s shorts enjoy a glass of chardonnay on an observation deck that was hopefully up wind from the watering hole. On second thought, Brad’s Axe Body Spray probably would have eclipsed the stench of the elephant urine and dung. I found it comforting that they were protected either way.

Brad and Emily chat and she worries that he’s not ready for a five year old. Frankly, after seeing those shorts, I’m not sure he was ready for a 24 year old. In the “Give Credit Where Credit is Due” category, I would like to personally commend Brad for providing his first unequivocal, straightforward, and crystal clear response to Emily’s concern by saying that he fully understood that Emily and her daughter were a package deal. That’s a big deal for a mother to hear and Emily was clearly moved. “I’m not a smart man. But I know what love is,” said a forlorn Forrest Gump after Jenny refused to accept his proposal. Indeed. Nice job, Brad. If she says yes, it’s because of that speech. Let’s just hope you are, in fact, ready for a five year old.

At that point, Emily was putty in Brad’s hands. I would personally like to thank the production crew, camera man, lighting technician, location team, catering team, the Producers, editors, all of the wildlife, Nelson Mandela, the South African Embassy, the guy Matt Damon played in Invictus, and anyone else who even remotely had any part in that wide angle shot of Emily and her shorts. I believe her face was kissing Brad’s, but I’m not entirely sure.

In a tribute to Emily’s necklace, Brad shows up for dinner dressed in his skin tight turquoise muscle sweater. Emily arrives in a sparkly mini skirt and an open shirt looking stunning as I pictured the ABC interns nervously searching Emily’s room in an effort to temporarily secret Emily shorts away and win Harrison’s “I’ll pay fifty bucks to the first one of you who makes it back here to the Mandela Suite with those shorts and then gets them back in her suitcase before dinner ends” wager.

Brad beats around the African bush as he tries to tell Emily how he feels. She does the same and they both seemed to be trying to open up while at the same time respecting their contractual limits and the creepy “I banged Chantal last night and am going to try to bang Ashley tomorrow night” atmosphere.

The Fantasy Card arrives and Emily brilliantly handles the situation by saying that she wants to set an example for her daughter but would like more time to take things slowly and talk alone with Brad. Translation: I’m not going to slut it up on national television but I’ll go back to the room with you. If you play your cards right, you might get an Old Fashioned but you’re not taking pole position in the Emily 500. Nicely played, Emily.

Brad recognizes that her acceptance of the Fantasy Suite key is the only time he’ll have to “talk to Emily in private.” Translation: See her naked. They talk in private and both seemed happy with the result. All in all, it was his best date of the trip.

ASHLEY FANTASY DATE

Still thinking about Emily’s shorts, Brad prepares for the least exciting of his three dates as he awaits the arrival of Ashley and her Fivehead. Sporting khaki cargo pants and a gray long underwear shirt, Brad greets Ashley by telling her that he missed her. We assume he meant her incomplete dental degree but not her forehead, as that thing is impossible to miss.

In her signature red tank top, Ashley arrives in a light sweater and jean shorts sporting a medic alert pendant hanging from her neck. I found it comforting to know that if she was eaten by one of the bush’s many predators she could be identified by either her medic alert necklace or by her giant forehead bone.

Brad duck walks (WOMACK!) Ashley through the trees and she wonders aloud if they are going to attend a South African carnival. A humorless Brad follows his cues and shows Ashley what, up until now was her biggest undisclosed fear: a helicopter. After dropping “Ash” on her several times Brad—undoubtedly along with the help of the production crew—gets Fivehead into the helicopter. “Finally,” I thought as I sipped the final suds from my remaining bottle of Lone Star. “Show Emily’s shorts again,” I pleaded. No such luck.

Ashley actually says that Brad makes her feel safe in the helicopter. Really? He has a better chance fighting off a hippo than he does at making a disabled helicopter regain the power of flight after it lifts off. Safe my ass. Speaking of wrestling with a hippo, Chantal got the short end of the deal on her date. Ashley got the copter ride, Emily got the elephant ride, and Chantal got a ride in a jeep. Equity is clearly not a part of the package this year.

After throwing an annoying fit, Ashley continues to be annoying as she and Brad take a fabulous helicopter tour of Chantal’s parents’ living room. The scenery was breathtaking. “Like Emily’s shorts,” I thought. Breathtaking indeed.

They land and have Brad’s third picnic of the week in a place called God’s Window. After hearing Ashley melt down into yet another indecisive, insecure discussion about geographic logistics under the hypothetical “if this works out where would you want to live” chat with Brad, I’ll bet even God wished that window was a door. A big, thick door.

I am now convinced that there is a direct correlation between the size of a person’s forehead and an inability to respond to blatant, verbal clues. How in the world did Ashley not respond, “Oh Brad, I’d be happy to move to Austin where you live and start my dental career there,” when Brad asked the question?

Once she swung and missed at that softball, we all confirmed what we’d been thinking since last week; Ashley was headed back to Madawaska, Maine to finish her dental degree and irritate her attention-seeking sister until being asked to be the next bachelorette. She’s a dentist like Jake is a pilot. We’ll see how serious she is about digging around in people’s mouths all day when ABC comes knocking.

Memo to Ashley: When the guy that you’re purportedly interested in marrying Madawasks you Madawhere you Madawant to live if he Madawasks you to Madawed him, you Madawananswer, Austin, Texas. Signed, Some Guy in Madawaustin.

Defeated, Ashley and Brad arrive at dinner. In an effort to boost morale, Ashley ties her silky tank top in the middle of the back like she was attending a summer cheer camp and working on her spirit and stunt routines with the rest of the squad. Brad, of course, arrives in plaid.

I won’t belabor the remainder of the date. It was painful to watch. Ashley stuffed her face and “like, like, liked” all over the place while slowly slipping down the slope of no return. Brad looked visibly frustrated as Ashley again failed to grasp the concept that married people often plan on living in the same city in the same house. “How dense is that forehead,” I thought. Even I was frustrated.

In Bachelor Season 15 parlance, I’m sure that “at the end of the day” Brad and Ashley’s 12 year age difference was their undoing. In perhaps the most ignorant statement in Bachelor history—and I’m not exaggerating—Ashley fumbles the ball on the goal line with an “I feel like you’re just looking for a wife.” No sh*t. Ashley. That little gem warrants silence as Brad chews his meat in an effort to replenish his protein reserves before taking one last run at Ashley in the Fantasy Suite.

The Fantasy Suite Card arrives and Ashley jumps at the opportunity to extend her reality television career. They sit awkwardly in each other’s arms on an outdoor futon and Ashley eventually succumbs to the silence by asking Brad what he thinks of the mosquito nets over the bed. After he rolled his eyes I was rooting for him to say, “they’re the same color as Emily’s shorts.” Alas, he didn’t and the date ends. Sadly, we know that Ashley is destined to join the ranks of Gerardo, Tony Basil, and the Weather Girls. She showed so much promise early but never reached her full potential. More about this later.

Trivia: Paul Schaffer the band leader of David Letterman’s Late Night Orchestra wrote the Weather Girls’ one big hit “It’s Raining Men.” One of the Weather Girls, Martha Wash, later sued the record label among others that released another one hit wonder’s record “Gonna Make You Sweat (everybody dance now)” by C and C Music Factory, which was a #1 song in the early 90’s. She eventually received credit for her vocals on that and other hip hop tracks. Of course, my loyal readers Derek and the Boys from South Beach already know this as they routinely dance to these songs shirtless while swilling cosmopolitans; however, I thought it might interest the rest of you.

BRAD IN THE LAIR OF SECLUSION

A shirtless Brad ponders his future before Axe-ing up, donning a tailored gray suit, and black tie and heading to the Mercedes G-Wagon for a tete-a-tete with the real love counselor on the show, Chris Harrison.

Brad resets some of this season’s themes telling us that he’s “different” now and that it has been an “extremely difficult” week. Right. Any week filled with picnics, helicopter rides, booze, and guilt-free sex with a nubile twenty-something with something to prove in a free luxury location must be exhausting.

Harrison treats Brad with kid gloves as Brad “I really dos” “I really didn’ts” and “absolutelys” his way through the discussion. He refers to Harrison as “man” no less than five times in a three minute conversation. As over it as we were, Harrison leaves Brad in the Lair of Seclusion with the glossy photos in order to hit the bar for a couple of single malts before assembling the ladies for the most predictable rose ceremony in Bachelor history.

ROSE CEREMONY

Harrison corrals the women and awaits the arrival of an incredibly nervous Brad. Frankly, none of the women looked their best—even Emily. Chantal looked terrible in her red, ill-fitting cocktail dress, Emily looked alright in her royal blue and black dress with black clunky heels, and Ashley’s selection of a fitted gold number and white shoes left a lot to be desired. In light of her date with Brad, perhaps she should have worn a black dress and a black veil.

As Brad fidgets like he has a beetle in his boxers the women stand there patiently waiting for Fivehead to get the axe. He’d already dropped the hammer on Chantal. Brad pulls Ashley aside and gives her a rare opportunity to save face before booting her to the curb. Again displaying the density of her giant cranium, Ashley refuses to seize the opportunity and gets defensive before Brad ends the conversation with a classic pause and an “I’m comfortable with the decision.”

Emily and Chantal remain standing on the veranda like those two pieces of cereal in that Cinnamon Toast Crunch commercial. I half expected Emily to lick Chantal’s dress twice before Chantal chomped her up in one bite thereby satisfying what must have been severe hunger pangs and ensuring her engagement to Brad.

Brad escorts a shell-shocked, reluctant Ashley to the limo and gets a forced hug before the G-Wagon drives her away. She saved a little face on the ride of shame by saying that she was too hurt to think. My guess is that she’ll return to Madawaska Dental School and forget all about Brad until the Women Tell All show when she’ll be forced to relive the humiliation in high definition television before an audience of sympathetic women. I’d be willing to be that she’d jump at the opportunity to be our next bachelorette, but that remains to be seen.

With Fivehead gone, Brad retires to the bastion of Bachelor realizations: the balcony. He composes himself and returns for the formality of handing out the remaining two roses to Emily and Chantal and announcing a trip to Capetown in order to meet the fam.

Well, there it is. With the Amazing count at an unbelievable 124 and the Journey count holding steady at a relatively tame 22 we head into next week where Brad and the remaining ladies will head to Capetown to meet the Womack-Pickelsimers in hopes of earning their seal of approval.

HAIKU CONTEST

Alright, the results are in. Before I announce the winners—that’s right, it was a tie—I want to thank all of you who submitted an entry. They were all really good, proving that the audience is more entertaining than anything I could ever write. Thank you. I mean that. I really do. Truly.

After eliminating each entry that broke the 5-7-5 haiku format and paring down the entries that dealt specifically with the show, I re-read them and went with the two that immediately made me laugh aloud. Congratulations to Gretchen and scraptordelight for their winning entries.

Gretchen was chosen because of her use of actual, unedited dialogue from the exchange between Brad and Shawntel in the funeral home. Very clever.

It's so pretty here
It gets even prettier
Oh, I meant Chico

Scraptordelight was chosen for his/her brilliant recognition that Brad could literally be the spawn of Forrest Gump and the late Patrick Swayze—who was also a Texan. Nice job.

Si, or is it Oui?
Forrest Gump schtups Pat Swayze
Born to them—Womack

Both of you send me your address via email at dp010835@gmail.com and I will gladly mail you an autographed, empty Lone Star six pack holder to be proudly displayed in a special area of your home or office. First, I have to drink all 12 beers.

Thanks to all who attended the Houston meet and greet and remember March 2nd is Texas Independence Day. I’m off to Birmingham, Alabama—ironically the home state of Forrest Gump—for a work trip but I plan to mix in a meet and greet. Details are posted on my Facebook Fan Page at “Guy in Austin.” I’ll be back next week. In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be combing Ebay for a chance to bid on Emily’s shorts. DP

54 comments:

  1. Great recap of what was a pretty darn boring episode!

    I must say this, as a Yankee, non-blonde, girl, Emily is the type of girl I should hate. But daggone it, she is adorable and super gorgeous. Heck I am a heterosexual female and I wouldn't turn her down. She's got it in the bag.

    ...and I do have to stick up for fivehead a bit. She is a bit immature and way to much of a squealer for my tastes, but she does go to UPenn for dental school, so apparently her fivehead is covering a substantial brain. Can't really see her and the MENSA candidate that is Brad really having much to talk about in real life.

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  2. Cheers to Ashley for telling Brad that she's "not going to beg" him to keep her. And why should she? She can do much better.

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  3. lindey a., totally agree. She's not an idiot. I think the point I was trying (poorly) to make is that she fumbled the ball. She's just young and I think the circumstances broke her down. I think the same about Chantal. anon, agreed about the way she left. I thought she was a little bitter, but she recovered in the limo. She's got a good future ahead of her. She'll do fine. DP

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  4. "Dancing shirtless while swilling cosmos"....STOP IT, DP! So funny, but so true. "It's raining men" is always fantastic, but me and the boys will settle for a little bit of "Some Guy drizzle" if you ever make it to South Beach. Thanks for keeping us in your thoughts. We always enjoy your blog and this week was no exception. You're the bomb!!! - Derek

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  5. Totally histerical recap, as usual. So many parts that made me laugh out loud, but I have to go with this as my favorite:

    "Ms. Clare would be out of prison by now and we’d be living happily in obscurity raising our children and spending our royalty money. Sigh . . ."

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  6. Memo to Ashley: When the guy that you’re purportedly interested in marrying Madawasks you Madawhere you Madawant to live if he Madawasks you to Madawed him, you Madawananswer, Austin, Texas. Signed, Some Guy in Madawaustin.

    I am choking back laughter in my quiet office!!! Freakin' hilarious....
    I had some girlfriends over for wine, snacks and a festival of Womack-ness last night...we all got so annoyed and started counting Ashley's "like"'s....wow. Overall a pretty boring episode, it almost makes me wish nutjob Michelle was back just for entertainment value. Some Guy, reading your blog (and Lincee's) is way, way, WAY more entertaining than the actual show about 90% of the time...solid work. Have a great day!

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  7. "Bait"

    "Chantal probably felt cramped"

    DP, I would follow you to Madawaustin!

    TLEW

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  8. Thank you for making recaps more entertaining than the show. I watch it with my girlfriend..by choice and agree with all points! Chantel also refered to Africa as a forest. Really?

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  9. OH MY GOD! Please tell us that was just Some Guy in Austin walking down Congress Avenue in a delicious pair of jeans and cowboy boots with a pearl snap shirt! My friends and I were sitting at an outdoor table reading your blog at Annie's when you walked by. You're FREAKING HOT in person. If I didn't choke on my tea I would have whistled. DAMN. We all agreed that we love the way you walk. Kisses, Donna and Some Girls in Austin

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  10. Great post! I was laughing throughout, but especially at the "Regardless, Chantal drops some overt references to rocking Brad’s world and I think we can all fill in the rest of the blanks. You know what they say: Ha-Poon-a Matada." Yes, I am part of the half laughing at that reference.
    Keep it up--you're what makes the show fun to watch!
    Jana

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  11. texas girl, thanks for laughing at my juvenile humor--literally.

    don--uh, yes that was me walking down Congress Avenue after or before lunch depending on the direction. Stalking issues aside, thanks for noticing. Next time, have someone else whistle and I'll be happy to say hello. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed your lunch. DP

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  12. So many reasons to laugh out loud this week:

    1. "Did the Producers expect them to forage for berries in the branches and throw their feces at each other all night before waking up and checking each other for parasites?" (and yes, I too was wondering where in the world is the loo. I fear that out there on the savannah the loo is the savannah)

    2. "Ms. Clare would be out of prison by now and we’d be living happily in obscurity raising our children and spending our royalty money."

    3. Derek and dancing friends (already mentioned, great visual)

    4. Madawonderful puns on Madawaska -- which by the way is the name of the street on which I live. It is the name of a peninsula in eastern Canada, and in the language of the people who live there it means "porcupine." Last week you inspired me to write a haiku about that, but sadly it was not clever enough to win a prize.

    Thanks as always for all the laughs, you are doing great things with not much material this season (I suppose you would say that is just like Emily's shorts??) I hope you sometimes laugh out loud at your own virtuosity.

    Fellow atty in DC

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  13. "Chantal and Brad--painfully oblivious to the fact that the hippopotamus is literally the most dangerous and aggressive animal in Africa (besides Harrison)--proceed to picnic by the river in front of several of them."

    I thought the same thing too - why would you willingly picnic anywhere near a hippo?

    Then I imagined a scene of Chantal and Forest running (WOMACK!) from a hippo and realized the production staff knew exactly what they were doing.

    Great recap this week!

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  14. Really? How many times can one person say really? I mean- really?? I really mean that. I really want to understand. I really want Emily to really give it up tonight. This is a really serious decision. Really it is. Okay Brad! Is he getting pd $1,000 each time he says really. The new Dr. Suess book for guys with a low IQ- Really, Truly, Badly Bradley

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  15. Love the blog, as always. Loved the twist on Lion King lyric and the safari hat/bush thing. Glad you were objective enough to realize that Emily's rose ceremony dress wasn't that flattering (and yes, the other two were worse). But had to point something out, since you wrote it twice. The funeral director was Shawntel, as opposed to the one who's still in the game, Chantal.

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  16. I was hoping for a reference to Chantal saying "we're having lunch with a hippo"...thank you for not disappointing me. Also, I loved how they scanned over to the "amazing view" from the Swiss Family Robinson's servants' quarters. It looked pretty bland (like Brad's personality) to me. I was more concerned about the lack of electricity and plumbing as well. I'm rooting for "Em"...and hoping he'll propose to her and her package deal (I wonder if they wear the same size clothes?) and that she'll cut him off unless he stops calling her Em.

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  17. I can't believe you didn't mention the crickets chirping in the background during Ash's painful dinner conversation. Really. Truly. Crickets!!!!!

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  18. while you are celebrating Texas I will be celebrating Dr. Seuss's birthday with a class of 1st graders. Which one of us will have a better time? I can't believe you didn't mention Brad slipping the LOVE word into their conversation. I would hate to see Emily settle for Brad, even for the 6 months that these things usually last.

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  19. My favorite part of the evening was the outtake at the end where Brad got Chantal to eat a worm. (Chantal and eating, you could have had fun with that.) And then like the gentleman he is, Brad refuses to try it.

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  20. I'm surprised no one pointed out the obvious in this particular episode. Brad said he was "falling" for Emily. I'm not so sure that Chantal is going to pull this one off. Anyone else?

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  21. There were so many innuendos last night. You, of course, touched on a few but I am afraid Emily's shorts gave you tunnel vision. The elephants trumping and starting to get it on, which Harrison eludes to in his blog today, during Emily's date for one. In turn for you ignoring the innuendos,I will ignore the Lion King song reference and the Latter Day Saint reference. Really?? Of course you still had me laughing a lot. My favorite was "and, of course, the jackass next to her." Also, I will take all of brad's overused words any day over Ashley's valley girl voice and "like"s and "cuuute"s. I don't think I can handle a season with her talking like that. Oh heaven help us!!
    Cariss

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  22. Hey DP - A little trivia for you. Donna and the girls' post brought to mind a classic line from one of the most classic movies:
    Annette says, "I wanted to watch you come down the street. I like the way you walk."
    -MH

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  23. Now I'm jealous...Donna and the girls get to watch him strut his stuff down the street and Derek and the boys have to admire from a distance? No fair girls ;)
    -Derek

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  24. Cariss, I agree about Ashley's annoying diction. I'd think you might be proud that the LDS have branched out to reference materials. You realize I was poking fun at Brad and not any particular religion, don't you. As for the Lion King, I'll accept your ignoring me.

    MH--that's from Saturday Night Fever, which is, in fact, the model upon which I base my own personal strut. Thanks for the reference.

    Derek, keep your speedo on. There's enough DP to go around. DP

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  25. So freaking funny I had to cover my mouth to stop the very loud cackle that almost escaped a mere 4 times while sitting at my desk reading this post. It just gets better and better every week!!! - MRW

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  26. I just laughed my Madafriggin head off! This is truly the funniest re-cap ever. Truly it is.

    The episode was SO boring it was hard not to do anything other than judge the four of them on their wardrobes &/or habits....The animals appeared nervous with Chantel around (maybe they were just trying to hide their food?); Emily in her shorts was more breath-taking than the view from God's window; and Ashley's tooth-sucking habit is more annoying than her hand gestures, but not by much.

    To that end...if Ashley is the next Bachelorette, I will just have to "watch" from here...

    ~Book

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  27. Some Guy,

    You write the longest, most hysterical, stream-of-consciousness, run-on sentences in the world! Your sense of humor is truly amazing. Thank you so much. I mean that. I really do.

    I'm sorry that your Cinderella pick (Chantal) is turning into a pumpkin, while your beloved Emily casts a spell on Brad. If Em, Little Ricki, and Womack end up happily ever after-ing in Austin, please consider a consolation get-out-of-town tour that includes a stop in DC. My girlfriends and I will stockpile cases of Lone Star and do our very best to help you get over her and her short shorts. :)

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  28. anon, try letting that cackle out next time. It feels good.

    Book, animals hiding their food? Dude, now I'm cackling.

    dp2, your accidental pumpkin reference is true both figuratively and literally. Who knew? As far as the DC invite, you're on. However, please don't underestimate the amount of Lone Star it would take for me to get over Emily's shorts. You might have to hire the Bandit to run interference for the Snowman after they pick up an 18 wheeler full of beer from Texarkana and bootleg it back to DC. DP

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  29. You had me at Ha-Poon-a Matada!

    Also, the bush and safari hat bit was genius. I'm glad I'm not the only one with the mind of a middle schooler. I snickered every time Brad said "bush"...as in, "I'm sitting next to Chantal and looking into the bush."

    And I have to shout out to "the luckiest elephant in Africa!"

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  30. Had to share this: While watching the Bachelor with my 10 year old daughter (that's right - Mom of the Year) during the scene of Brad showing Chantal their treehouse Fantasy Suite my daughter voice overed for Brad, "Nice, huh? But you can't stay there - weight limit."

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  31. The word choice was fully intended, but I'm glad to have fed you a straight line! (Derek is dying of envy at the prospect of - literally - doing the same.) If Emily "wins," don't worry. I will set aside a Chantal-sized chunk of change to keep you amply supplied during your beer-swilling tour stop in DC.

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  32. Oh shame on you, DP2. You have to take it slow with a catch like Some Guy. They liked to be wined, dined and ,er, uh....nevermind ;)
    -Derek

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  33. Funny recap as usual, but I have to make a correction. About Emily's date when you said something about being on an observation deck hopefully downwind from the watering hole it should be upwind. Think of downwind as downhill. What goes up must come down. You know, like when Brad has to tend to his erections. LOL. Nice meeting you in Houston! -- Kelly (Liana's niece)

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  34. Bestlaugh for me today:

    Emily and Chantal remain standing on the veranda like those two pieces of cereal in that Cinnamon Toast Crunch commercial. I half expected Emily to lick Chantal’s dress twice before Chantal chomped her up in one bite thereby satisfying what must have been severe hunger pangs

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  35. I LOVE your blog! Also, I'm thinking you should start counting the number of times Brad says, "truly" and "badly", it's getting truly ridiculous.

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  36. Haiku, I just can't quit you -- inspired by D.P:

    African safari
    yet all she can see.....
    the jackass next to her

    You hit it out of the park again!

    MB from Dallas

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  37. Thank you for making Disney songs funnier. And my family asked the same question about where is the bathroom in the tree house thing. Hippo - true.

    Great laughs - Love it!

    Thanks,

    Post It Girl

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  38. My favourite part of Monday's episode was the El Bardo came out on the elephant and Emily shouted "SHUT UP!!" at him, then realised that wasn't the most genteel thing to say and immediately broke out the "oh my goodness", "golly gee willickers", "I sure didn't see that one coming", "you could knock me down with a feather" phrasebook.
    Although I didn't win the haiku contest and despite the fact that Some Guy is apparently a demi-god of snap button shirts in the south, to show no hard feelings : Emily's shorts
    http://images.buddytv.com/articles/emily-brad-kiss2.jpg

    Ben

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  39. Awww dangit Ben.....I was hoping the link was a website to order her shorts! Not the actual ones she was wearing (I could never outbid Some Guy on ebay for those) but just a duplicate pair!

    ~book

    P.S. Some Guy, you don't mind if I call you Some Guy, do you? Thank you. I appreciate that. Truly. I do.

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  40. book, Please do. I mean that. I really do.

    Ben, you just earned a door prize for sending that picture. Email me your address at dp010835@gmail.com and I'll get you an autographed Lone Star six pack holder. Although the picture was not 3-D I think it accurately depicted the relevant features accented by the shorts. DP

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  41. woohoo!
    On a side note, does it not seem that Ash was sent packing because she wasn't willing to "compromise". I dunno what that means in TX but up here in the Yankee North East it means to have a bit of give on both sides. Apparently to Brad it means "move to Austin and help me run keggers and wet t-shirt contests". The irony is that Ash actually seemed the most "normal" of the three of them and it was that "normality" which was her decline.

    Ben

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  42. My favorite Some Guy line ...

    "Oh, and congrats at getting the first crack at Brad’s longest straw this week."

    Love ya, DP!

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  43. Even though DP always manages to come up with new ways to entertain and captivate us with each new recap, I still continue LMAO every time you make references to Brad's Axe body spray. It's a classic....Every time I hear that reference, it's just as funny as the first time you mentioned it.

    Great work this week. It just keeps getting better. -MH

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  44. MH - He's like a fine wine and gets better with age!!! You go Some Guy...
    -Derek and the boys

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  45. Um, that's not quite what I meant, Derek. You might be correct, but I was refering to DP's literary skills. Nevertheless, thanks for the follow up. -MH

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  46. (Um, no relation to Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher" up there)

    Really had fun reading this week's post, particularly the entire segment paying homage to Emily's Shorts. ("as the elephant drops down to its belly to manage its erection and reflect upon Emily’s shorts." -- hilarious!)

    I have to agree with my fellow non-blonde Yankee Lindsey, Emily's the girl you'd love to hate but she's too damn sweet!

    Also have to say, the comments are getting more and more fun to read every week. It almost (ALMOST!) doubles the fun of this blog! Great bunch of people with great senses of humor. Keeps me laughing all week long!

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  47. Loved the recap, loving the post-recap comments even more!

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  48. did you hear the screaching tires when the fake plane landed in South Africa?????

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  49. I agree with you guys - Clare and Stacey C. One that comes to mind is Derek. He has brought a whole new energy to the post-recap comments. I am still laughing about his haiku! - MH

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  50. Bless your heart, MH...that was sweet. From reading a few of your past comments it sounds like you and Some Guy have at least made each other's aquaintence. If DP ever makes it to South Beach for a meet and greet maybe you could ask to tag along? -Derek and the boys

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  51. We should all go to South Beach! Cosmos for everybody!

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  52. Um, thanks for the invite, Derek...but the whole meet and greet thing belongs to Some Guy. If he needs some type of morale support in South Beach he will have to find another wingman. Not to mention, God forbid, someone took a snapshot of me in a pic like the one DP posted of the "Cuban Missle Crisis". It looks like you guys are having an awesome time sporting your speedos and tossing back cosmos, which I think is great, by the way. However, for now I am content with sipping vadka on my porch with my lovely wife on Friday evenings. With that said, tell the boys that "Straight Mike" says hello and wishes everyone in South Beach well. -MH

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  53. I feel like there should also be a "where his/her heart is" count, along with the 'journey' and 'amazing' counts.

    Ridiculously entertaining, as always!

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  54. Another great episode! Your post are very nice and interesting so please keep this thing on the good way you know and keep writing.

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