Who is this “Wooldoor Sockbat” of whom you speak?
I have no idea, but I want to be Mrs. Sockbat. Just so I can introduce myself to people that way.
(I have absolutely nothing to do this afternoon but wait for it to be time to go home.)
Ditto, ditto (I also loved Rafe’s torment over Jamie’s assholish behavior), and ditto.
Brandon was my favorite by far. What a major babe.
My estimation of Bobby Jon and Rafe increased this week. My estimation of Judd also slightly increased because he could have been an asshole and ate in front of the others, but chose not to. Good for him and Cindy.
Oh, and that thunk you heard last night was Jaime’s reputation tanking in front of millions of Americans. Bobby Jon was right. He’s no gentleman.
The only question is who is the biggest asshole this season: Jaime or Judd? It’s a close race.
I really don’t think you want to be Mrs. Wooldoor Sockbat. He’s a character on Comedy Central’s Drawn Together
Mr. Sockbat is AWESOME in the Mexican Standoff!
rockle , first let me say that your posts kick butt! Great SOH and hilarious phrase-turning (though Rafe “whipping out Zippy” puts a very disturbing picture in my head).
Now, to the topic at hand: I just don’t see Lydia going that far. In fact, IMHO, I think she’ll go before Judd. Judd has become smart enough to back off a bit and let someone else look like a total dick; if he can continue to draw attention away from himself, I think he’ll make the F4 (with Gary, Steph and Danni). Sorry, but unless Rafe finds Zippy, he’s just too trusting to make the F4.
My predictions:
9. Bobby Jon
8. Jamie
7. Lydia
6. Cindy
5. Rafe (again, sorry!)
4. Danni
3. Steph
4-3 final vote–for Judd! (BJ, Jamie, Cindy, Steph).
Even a season as predictable as this one may have a few surprises!
Thank you very much! My parents would be so proud. Isn’t it great to know that my $120K degree in Writing for TV, Radio, and Film is being put to good use somewhere? (At my real “job,” when I’m not on the SDMB {which is usually} I sit in a cube and do “contract administration billing,” whatever the hell that is. Which is funny, because I’m also training other people how to do it.)
Anyway … you could be right. Like I said, I was engaging in groundless speculation based on what I would like to happen (hence the “Malibu Barbie Dream Boot List” portion of thay post). Except for what the contestants have already told us, and my totally unfounded belief that it’s Rafe who’s found Zippy, I haven’t even really based my order on anything but pure hope.
After all, do not underestimate the power of pearly whites.
Hey, rockle, you should have gone to Ethan’s All-Star Reality Soccer Fest fundraiser in Lancaster, PA this weekend – your buddy Dolphin Boy was there. I’ve seen photographs from an attendee of Ian taken last night. He looked adorable. 
I had no idea. Sonofa … what did I do instead? I went to a stupid Christening. Gosh darn it all to heck anyway! Dammit, dammit, dammit!
He was a last-minute addition, I gather, or I would have alerted you sooner. Sorry you missed him!
Eh. It’s all for the best. I wouldn’t want to break my husband’s heart just before the holidays by running off with another man.
To leave your husband in such a fashion would be Jamie-esque behavior!
Exactly. That’s why I’m going to wait until after our anniversary in April. It will be 7 years, so … Ian can scratch my 7-year itch! (I kid, I kid. I love my husband and would never leave him. But Ian is one of my “free passes,” so he can be my secret lover, if he wants.)
I really hope if some finds and uses Zippy, this exchange takes place:
Probst: Ok. If you want to use the immunity idol, you have to announce it before the vote.
Rafe: I have the idol, and I’d like to use it.
Pobst: Ok. Give me the idol.
Rafe: You give me the whip and then I’ll give you the idol!
Dammit! We went to the one last year and got pictures with Rupert, Shii Ann, Ethan, etc. Didn’t even see posters for one this year, though…
You’re my hero.
middleman, I think I love you. Looks like Draelin does, too. Dude … welcome to the Reality TV Boyfriend Club! You’re our first real-live member, I think. It is my great honor to induct you.
Sniff, Sniff. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry…
Wait … are you seriously in Mexico? Really? I love Mexico! Can I come visit? I can cook … neither my husband nor my Ian needs to know …