Before we can get started on our dates this week there's some garbage time about how Yoga Kimberly who got kicked off last week wants to get back on and OH WHATEVER SHALL WE DO and brows are furrowed and eventually Kimberly is readmitted into the pack and the other chicks look at her like she's Al Sharpton at a Klan rally. IN ANOTHER BIT OF SHOCKING NEWS we are informed that Farmer Chris's bachleor pad is not on some distant isle but LO, JUST AT THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY. Whatever.
Group Date with some of them give me a break it's too early to learn all their names yet. The Scream of Chicks reports to what appears to be a faceless office building in LA but is actually 1010 Wilshire, "a new lifestyle solution for professionals wanting to live, work, and play" which sounds like it could be anything from a nutritional supplement to an app but is actually rental units with you guessed it a rooftop pool. Based on what I know from the Bachelor, every building in LA is equipped with a rooftop pool and a set of stemless wineglasses.
Meanwhile, back at the Female Farm, the News Producer who has apparently decided to produce herself out of bikini bottoms forcing ABC to black box her private area and Megan the Simple with her Life Helmet on have decided to burgle Chris's quarters.
We return to the Group Date where the next event, inevitably, is Bikini Tractor Racing, which I think Tara does professionally.
Periodic reminder that I love Tara. Her tagline is "Sport Fishing Enthusiast" which is code for something dirty or illegal but I haven't figured it out yet. Anyway, the producers have fixed the tractors so they can only go 3 mph to make a sad commentary on the state of the family farm.
Post tractoring C culls Kids Having Kids McKenzie or MacKenzie or whatever from the herd probably to take her for soft serve or to see Frozen. Oh wait they're going to some bar called "The Escondite" which bills itself on its website as being in "SKIDROWKYO" in case you had the idea that SF had a monopoly on repellent neighborhood monikers. Anyway, McK is a little crazy and nobody told her you don't bust out with "Do you believe in aliens" on the first date!
Solo date with Megan the Simple.
In the limo she says, no joke, "I just read the word airport" so GRAPE JOB MEGAN!!!!! You get a treat. They private jet to Vegas and then take the whirly stick machine up in the sky! SECOND ACTUAL MEGAN QUOTE: "The butterflies in my stomach are just colorful and smiling and fluttering all over the place." Jesus fucking Christ. Anyway, they chopper to the Grand Canyon where Megan reveals that her Dad just had a heart attack and got brain damage but Mom told her to go on the show anyway! C feels like "there is something here" but it's clearly not crossword puzzle answers or the ability to read a fast food menu. Megan may be sweet but she is dumber than a roomful of mutes.
ANOTHER FUCKING GROUP DATE with like 20 of them. Apparently Zombie Paintball is a thing? I don't know. It's some fake movie set and the chix all wander around shooting people who have the Worst Job in America with paintball guns.
OK, we have to talk about Brooklyn Ashley (who I mistakenly said was kicked off last week) because it's very sad. Either she ate a ton of fucking mushrooms right before this or had a mental break on camera because she spent most of the segment wandering aimlessly around the set and saying things like "Boom, go find your own way, you know, the truth" and "Are we in Mesa Verde?" Then she sat down to talk to the cat. Seriously, what the fucking fuck. Some other shit happened I guess but this conflagration of crazy kind of stole the show. YOU DO YOU BROOKLYN ASHLEY.
Let's jump to the Cocktail Party. Hopefully Ashley's cocktail is Risperdal and Thorazine. Some Other Ashley comes out as a virgin to Teen Mom who opines that "Guys like taking your virginity!" in such a disturbingly perky way that makes me think there might be more than one dude who thinks he deflowered McKenzie. Armed with this insider info Ashley the Virgin approaches C and engages in some kind of bizarre belly ring ceremony that ultimately results in them slapping their faces together like fur seals. Later, Possibly Black Amber also gets in on the face sucking which drives Drunk Jordan into a drunken drunk furor.
I'm loving all the drunks this season! Anyway, Drunk Jordan advances on C and starts yelling nonsensically at him like they're in a college sports bar and Guns N Roses is blasting. She is literally just stringing random words together. LOVE YA JORD.
Let's hand out some roses. Britt, duh, the Virgin, Who the Fuck Is Trina, the Widow Kelsey, SaMANtha, Surprise Also a Widow Juealia or however it's spelled, Possibly Black Amber, Tracey or Tracy, Jillian, Jade, Nicki or Mickey or something, Becka, Carly, Baby Voice, and YAY KRAZEE ASHLEY!!!!
As much as I long to see Ashley get dosed again, my heart is heavy, for C has excused Team Highball! Oh man, no, no, NOT TARA!!!! You did not just cut Tara. Fuck you, Chris. We're losing Tara AND Jordan? Me and Don Julio both weep for our bleak future.