Re “Danke” in South America:
Maybe she found out that they were among an enclave of Nazis, still hiding out in South America.
They were in Chile, not Argentina…
China, Argentina, they all speak foreign over there, anyway.
The “Danke” I didn’t mind at all. To me, it didn’t look or sound or seem to be like she thought she was speaking in a relevant foreign language. It didn’t come across to me like saying “we’re in a race-o” in Japan and expecting it to mean something.
Thank you for this. I was going to ask someone to summarize what J & J were like on Big Brother, and you offered up the perfect synopsis just from the brain waves I sent!
(I’ve only watched a couple of BB seasons from start to finish, and was done for good when that evil dad and his skanky daughter started running the table.)
Every time the cowboys were on screen, I heard Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger in my head. Trite and tacky of me, to be sure, but I’ve learned to live with my failures. None of the teams have really made much of an impression on me yet. Actually, I think I need to rewatch the entire episode since I had consumed several vodka gimlets by 8:00 – and I was so amped up over Phil telling them to travel safe and the frigging opening music that I was too much of a bleary, teary blob of emotion to sort out all the teams. Except for the “I can’t quit you” brothers.
This past season with Jeff and Jordan is the only season I’ve ever watched, and I only watched it because a couple weeks into the season I flipped to Showtime2’s Big Brother After Dark to see if there were any hot naked chicks running around. Jordan caught my attention quickly so I started watching the network show to see what was up.
Jeff and Jordan quickly paired up, but unlike other reality show romances she simply would not put out. Seriously, it took him something like a month to get a first kiss. They were always very affectionate but also unbelievably chaste. (Lots of backrubs.) Combine their cute innocence with the fact that they were huge underdogs and it made them easy to fall in love with. For the first half of the game their friends all got picked off one after another leaving them alone and in the crosshairs of all the power players. Yet they managed to hold on and get Jordan the win.
I’m already sick of the bitchy gay bro and his dead-on impersonation of Miss Teen America, or whoever she is. Why would he still have that little speech memorized, what, four years later? Bitch.
The lesbians also are already irritating me. Praying for a flight’s mechanical failure, then rejoicing when your prayers are answered, is sort of sick.
I feel bad for the Big Dawg and his wife. It was over when he volunteered to do the cable walk.
I’d love to see Nanny Triathlete kick some ass.
And not only was the house painting thing funny already, but their paint was the exact same color as what was already on the walls! WTF!!
Well, it’s the same color indoors, out of the sunlight. Of course, if it hadn’t at least been a shade of dark red, they wouldn’t have thought it was the right house in the first place.