I think of that every time I see the DVD on the shelf, by the way. 
My girlfriend “doesn’t do TV”. I “don’t do reality TV” (except Project Runway…). Yet we both managed to watch one episode earlier in the season, and we’re tuning in for the finale just to make sure there are sufficient people onhand to projectile vomit all over their homes if the Weavers win.
I’m so glad their are folks like you willing to take one for the team.
I, too, hope Liberal is right, but I truly think that The Effing Whosiwhatzers have defied all logic thus far and will continue to do so. I can really see them winning an arseload of money and still not being charitable with it out of some warped logic that only they understand.
You know, someone mentioned earlier in the season that there was an awful lot of hatred for this team, made up of a grieving family. I really think it’s a lovely idea in the abstract—Mom sees that her kids continue to struggle with the loss of their beloved father, so they all get together and go on this adventure, see new places, challenge themselves, honor his memory, and maybe even win a million dollars.
These four, though? They’re just fuckheads.
THERE!!! I meant ‘there’.
Wouldn’t surprise me if it is Stade Olympique. Last night I caught the tail end of a commercial for the season finale on CTV, the Canadian network that carries TAR, that was busy hyping up the fact that they race through Canada for the finale.
Go Linzes!
Go (away) Weavers!
Yeah … these guys have earned every little bit of our hatred, haven’t they?
and then some.
OK, so here’s the situation chez Lorene: Gave the kiddos a bath, starting nice and early so as to get all pajama-ing and story-reading and final-bottle-having done well before the show. However, the 14-month-old committed the dreaded “poop in the bathtub”.
How am I to read this?* I can figure, OK, evening’s got to get better (Weavers lose), OR I can figure My life is a never-ending poop-fest (Weavers win). Hopefully the former.
I don’t mean really read it, like one might read tea leaves or something. I know they say all parents of small children become obsessed with poop, but come on!
The CBS promo just referred to the effing Weavers as the team who “thinks that victory is their divine destiny.” Even the network hates them.
You guys! We’ll see the Blacks again tonight! w00t!
Uh-oh. We’re both online while the show is on. I apologize in advance to everyone who has to slog through rockle and I going “Aaaaaauugghh! Effing Weavers!!” for the next ten to twelve posts.
Oh, HELL no! Me and Ma Who-ver are gonna THROW DOWN before the end of the night, I tell you whut. Draelin, hold my earrings. Somebody get me some Vaseline. It’s ON like DONKEY KONG!
That taxi driver couldn’t look more annoyed. I especially love the way Rolly tried to speak Racese to him. :rolleyes:
“They call me Ted.”
I heart Ted.
Please, Ted, please, take them on a bogus journey …
I like how the camera guy got artsy and zoomed in on Ma Effing’s cross. Neato.
I heart Ted, too. Or I did until he started giving them curling tips.
Heh. Nick Linz: “There’s a lot of beautiful babies around here.”
Tommy Linz: “I KNOW!”
They must be talking about US!
When did the Bransen Gals get matching outfits? Did I miss something? Or was I looking at the computer when I should have been looking at the television? 
And they’re totally talking about us.
[sub]No, I didn’t have a drink or two with dinner or nothin’.[/sub]
Dear Ted,
You SUCK! Drop DEAD!
Love,
rockle and Draelin, et al.
Gah! God. does NOT. give a SHIT. what TAXI YOU GET! SHUT UP!
P.S. Hate Ted. Love Otto.