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It was about time for an elimination round to pop up (that Phil, he's such a tricky trickster . . .).

That oldster couple must be packing some rabbit's feet . . . this is the third week in a row that they've managed to squeak past elimination. Don't get too attached to them, though. I predict they'll be gone soon, probably next week.

As for Wacko Jonathan, there's something wrong with that guy. Seriously wrong. And his wife would be advised to lay off the Botox.

Line of the night goes to Rebecca:

"When I met Adam, his mother was still clipping his toe nails. I told him I would only go out with him if he started clipping his own toenails."

Ewwwwwww.

Posted 08 December 2004 at 03:07 PM