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BB6 Saturday and Tuesday

I was out of town to Minneesotah this weekend but that's another post.

Saturday's episode....hard to watch with Donovan screaming every five minutes about everything. He's like that a lot at Gimma and Papa's house. Back to the show. I like Howie sometimes. All the boobie talk is just wrong but he makes me laugh. Him nominating James and Sarah was awesome! Ohmigod! It was FAB! I know, I'm clearly too excited about something that has no effect on my life but god! The looks on James and Sarah's faces.

Tuesday - So the ass saved himself AGAIN! Grrrr. The POV game was just like the Gnomes a couple seasons ago. Didn't anyone learn anything from them?!?! You put ALL the candy in James and Sarah's pinatas dumbasses! GUH! So dipshit wins POV, saves himself (what kind of man does Sarah think she has there? upstanding? um no. loyal? negative sparky) They are SO over when she sees the stuff he has said about her. So then Howie has to put someone up. They all knew that if James won that they would put up one of "The Friendship" (not the most original or hey look at us names but oh well). April says she'll go up against Sarah because they'll all be voting her (Sarah) out. Then in the main sleeping room she tells Ivette that she isn't sure about going up because she knows James will talk smack and all that for the next week. She then tells Ivette that maybe it would better if Ivette goes up (even though they all know Sarah would be going home). Ivette says whatever to her. Out in the yard Ivette says she'll go up and April denies saying anything about not wanting to go up. Like Kirk says, they are playing into James' hand. So Howie puts up Ivette against Sarah because April says Ivette is pissing her off and then makes it seem like Ivette and James MIGHT be talking and plotting. SO NOT THE CASE but they don't know that. These people are just gonna kill themselves in this game. They are all gonna go home and see the show and just groan out loud and the ABSURDITY and STUPIDITY of some things said and/or done.

That being said, please go vote for Eric to come back in the house. They all made t-shirts saying who they wanted back and of course James had to be James - his said "Take them all, I want Sarah" because she's going home (maybe). Ohmigosh. I should write for the soap operas. That would so rule.

More on Minneesotah tomorrow my dears!

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