Wow. After the carnage we just witnessed I hope all of you are ok. Take a moment and tell those closest to you that you love them.

A whopping SIX women went home as Nick is starting to become unraveled. The poor guy is closed for biz, literally. His mouth has never opened but now he can barely keep his eyes open. At this point, bouncy castles and hot tubs are so far in the rearview mirror. Nick’s life has been reduced to one conversation that’s repeated with a rotating cast of insecure Instagram models. When was the last time this guy frenched? He’s about one more private dinner away from begging for the cold hand of death. Somebody call New Orleans and cue up the Second Line.

Nick needs a twin. Could you imagine the charisma you’d get with two of this guy?

Somebody to come in, throw on some short shorts and the whitest shoes anyone has worn since every Manhattan secretary in the 80s.

And gosh dang if Volleyball isn’t the killer of dreams. I should know, I used to wreck fools in Seattle’s co-ed recreational volleyball leagues. Ask around, they’ll tell you.

Yep.

We haven’t seen Volleyball cause that kind of pain since Maverick and Goose embarressed Ice-man and the other guy nobody remembers.

What’s Anthony Edwards gotta be thinking when they go to shoot that scene and the producers are like, “Ok, everything looks great guys. The oil is really reading on camera. Just one thing, Anthony we’re gonna have you put your shirt back on em’kay? Trust us, it’s for your character’s development.” Knowing Goose is going to die has to be a bummer for Anthony but this was way worse. For all we know, Goose was supposed to survive but Edwards was just so sad and ashamed about the tee shirt that he willed the eject hatch to malfunction, killing his character and forever changing Top Gun for all of us. And that’s the power of volleyball.

It also appears that 6 weeks is about enough time for all the women to synch up their cycles. I’m just saying, that might have something to do with the emotions this week. And yes, that includes Nick’s tears. Even money he’s got a vagina under those little shorts.

AAAAAAND, let’s transition. See how the women did. Remember the key, ladies just voted off are blue because they are sad 😦 and ladies that’ve been gone for more than one week are red. 

RIP Shark. You’ve gotta think there are some guys back in Jersey who will be into the fact that you were on TV. Although i’m not sure if any of them will admit to watching the show. Your future is…bright?

 

What did Astrid ever do? Was she not as loud as Nick likes? Were there not enough sports bra themed group dates? With so much fat left to trim I’m surprised it was Astrid literally left out in the cold. I feel like I’m saying this a lot this season but Astrid is another woman I think we’ll see to great things in paradise. We are all confused along with you, Astrid. Keep grinding and we’ll see you on the beach this spring.

Poor Brittany. My hunch is that Nick wanted to neck with her but couldn’t because she doesn’t have one. It’s hard to watch the disabled getting the shaft again. “I hope nothing but the best for you.” – Adelle/James Corden 

Christen looks like two of my gal pals combined. Sadly, it wasn’t enough to get her through to Wisconsin. Christen is every best friend in every early 2000’s rom com. She works at the boutique design firm owned by Rashida Jones. She’s the junior producer on Katherine Heigel’s talk show. I could see Christen falling in and out of love in paradise. I hope whatever she does, it ends in happiness. Go get em, Friendzone. 

Corinne survived Taylor’s ferocity and truth telling. You have to tip your cap. Like she said, “Cats have nine lives, bitches have two.” This woman has more catch phrases than early 90’s SNL.

We got to hear Corinne talk about how nice it is to have a maid around to bring her food and wash her clothes while meanwhile, Kristina was getting real about eating lipstick and escaping a life of prostitution. This show is unreal. This world is unreal. Next week looks like some low-cut sweater with strategic tape and maybe some 4 base bedroom stuff. Yikes.

Say whaaaaaaa? I’m guessing people around the world are shocked right now. Danielle went from the driver’s seat to the curb in like a day. Is Nick trapped inside his own head or could something more sinister be manipulating his actions?

And wow how awkward was that private dinner? As Danielle was laying out their shared future, Nick was sitting there looking like somebody off camera was telling him his puppy died. Danielle is the opposite of Ace of Base. She did not see the sign. At all. Was Chris Harrison sitting in an SUV waiting for Danielle with a plane ticket to paradise? This gal is gonna straight up clean house on B’s in P’s this summer. And when that doesn’t work out, she’ll be just fine back home in L.A. You go girl. Sorry you didn’t see this coming. 

Danielle tried to play volleyball. She did not wear makeup. Her hair didn’t have the same bounce and wiggle. She’s just a great woman caught in the middle of the ridiculous(ly awesome) hunger games of foreverlove. My advice? sneak off down the beach and make an S.O.S. signal out of large rocks. Hop back to the hospital and look into the eyes of children. It’s where innocence lives.

Just wasn’t meant to be. When you reach desperation, it’s not good. Ask this guy. 

The hunger games of love aren’t for everyone and Dominque imploded from the inside. Here’s hoping she finds happiness outside of the house. Her headshot suggests she’ll become the cool aunt on a Disney Channel show with the next Miley Cyrus. 

Man. There is nothing not awkward about Liz and yes I’m including how she gets down ‘tween the sheets. I’m happy she’s gone just so we don’t have to hear her tell us how she and Nick met again. I did get a kick out of how she described their night of passion as a strange blend of talking then sexing, then more talking, then sexing. Was the conversation just really good? Were they telling each other riddles that required some thinking time before answering? Thankfully, it doesn’t matter. Next is the fall out from Nick keeping all this from the other women. You’ve given us a storyline, Liz. And for that we thank you. 

Apparently this show wasn’t even big enough for one Liz. Elizabeth leaves (I’m pretty sure) and we don’t know much about her. She seems pretty and normal and maybe that’s why she had to go. Unless she’s still here. I’ve had a fever for the past 3 days so nothing is really clear. The nourovirus don’t joke around. Hopefully you can’t get it through a blog. Elizabeth’s gonna be just fine. 

This is a shocker. Not only is Hailey attractive but I feel like she’s the right kind of attractive. The Nick kind of attractive. At this point, to not get a rose, there has to be something really serious going on. Is she in a cult? Is it because she’s Canadian and reminds Nick too much of Caitlyn? Baffled. Hopefully Hailey can pick up some work as an extra on some Bravo shows while she’s in L.A. 

Finally. We just spent 6 weeks slowly peeling a bandaid. At this point the relief is barely even worth it. We wish you well, Jaimi. May you find the love you’re looking for. 

Oh my. That was hard to watch. Jasmine was like one of the broken robots on WestWorld. She couldn’t stop repeating herself and everything she said was terrifying and sexual. And she just kept digging. We’ve seen this before only it was adorable. 

The single ray of hope in Jasmine’s meltdown was that she kept referencing wanting to punch Nick. Could she have punched the speech impediment right out of his jaw? We will never know, because Nick wanted no part of what Jasmine was selling. She was sent home on the spot and probably had a hard time watching last night. I don’t see her keeping quiet on the Women Tell All and if she does go to paradise I don’t think it’ll end great. 

Josephine gets the boot and America breathes a sigh of relief. It’s like when you invite that one friend to hang out with another friend group and he manages to make it through the evening without making any immigrant jokes or suggesting everybody throws stuff off of freeway overpasses. The bachelor world is a little less awkward and I for one, am grateful. 

In a highly charged up episode it was Kristina’s story that grounded the whole thing. It’s hard to complain about having to drink shots and play volleyball on a tropical beach while Kristina is telling us how her mother abandoned her when she was like 6 years old for eating lipstick. Kristina’s story is amazing and gosh dang it’s nice to see some genuine goodness on this show. That said, how funny would it have been if Nick had not given her a rose after that? It would’ve unleashed a full on campaign to get Corinne to the final so the two of them could live on as America’s worst, most hilarious couple. Kristina has come a long way in her life and I hope she can escape this show to find real love with a good man. Big fan, Kristina.

There’s something club-girl’y about Lacey. Maybe it’s the raspy voice. Maybe it’s the low cut dresses. I feel like Lacey would drop some serious cash in a tribal casino gift shop. It’s even money that Lacey has a red leather couch and when she bought it the people at Levitz high-fived because they never thought they’d sell it. Lacey has at least one crumpled up fast food bag in her car right now. I bet she has a small dog that she carriers around in a giant purse and that the dog smells like cigarettes. Ok i’m done. 

Rachel is baaaaarely holding it together. She’s like, one shot away from leaving. Like, if the humidity gets above 95% she is gone. I’ve never rooted so hard for barometrics. (That’s probably not the right weather science but it’s all I know).

Raven started to crack this week but because Raven is Raven she did it with class and charm. She also did it in a yellow outfit I didn’t understand at all. It was like pants but also a dress but also a cape but also wings. I’m not 100% convinced she didn’t have it on backwards. If that was dropped off at my room without instruction I probably would’ve worn it upside down. This game is hard.

Nooo!!!!!!! My pick to win it all. What the heck did Sarah do to get kicked off while Alexis, Jamie and Josephine are still around? Sarah is another gal with paradise written all over her and she’s my favorite to walk away engaged at the end of it all. None of this makes any sense. I haven’t felt like this since 50 Cent through out the first pitch at that Mets game. 

Gangsta. 

UPDATE: Taylor returned to talk “s” about Corinne. It had zero effect. That is all. Taylor is left for dead in the backwoods of a swamp with people practicing witchcraft. Not the most comforting situation. But Taylor has no feelings and no time to be weirded out. Instead, she fierce-model-walks from the middle of nowhere to the private dinner Nick and Corinne are having. Taylor is like every woman in every Tyler Perry movie that wants to marry rich and thinks love is overrated. But at least she has a masters degree in keeping it real. 

Vanessa is lost. Lost in emotion. Lost in what looks like a wetsuit bra. I feel like she’s either gonna win this thing, leave and break Nick’s heart, or become the next bachelorette. One thing’s for sure, she isn’t going to play any more volleyball.

Pilates can only get a girl so far and Whitney gets left on what looks like the same beach we last saw Olivia. I’m sure nothing weird happened. I mean, say Olivia killed Whitney for food. Could she even fit Whitney’s body in her mouth?

Oh crap.

Has Nick given up? As incredible as that would be I think we’re in for more mumbling next week. Take these next 6 days to gather yourselves and we’ll see you back here soon.

Foreverlove,

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