Friends, we have reached the End of our Journey, but instead of a man fake-proposing on one knee with a garish Neal Lane ring, we instead have a bunch of assholes giving money to a bunch of vipers. Sigh, such is life.
The producers are obviously trying to make the Justin-Roh conflict a Thing because we pick up with them slapfighting while Strokes Haircut stands limply to the side. I don't care, this whole thing is obviously staged and lame and even Justin insulting Roh by telling him he's from Hayward doesn't even make it more interesting, even if it is true.
Justin is still trying to sell that firehouse with all the fucking stairs and people are still bitching about all the fucking stairs. He's trying to talk the owner into putting in a $100K elevator and she won't elevate so she's just going to take it off the market and wait for a "better time" like WHAT THE FUCK LADY what's a "better time" to sell real estate in San Francisco than right fucking this second? "Nah, I don't want 500K over asking, I want the sky-god Namaroth to personally invest me with the power to transmute objects and rain fire from the heavens onto the skulls of my enemies. Also a 5-day close. Those are my terms."
The whole Justin-Roh playfight climaxes with a lunch at Sens where they're trying to make a deal and it makes professional wrestling look like a Ken Burns documentary. There's some fucking bidding war that's about as exciting as the silent auction at St. Ingrid's Spring Fling. Whatever. Later, Justin is finally getting his own place like a real grownup! Based on the view, I think it's maybe Buena Vista? You think?
The fact that he's renting a place not in the Marina is shocking to me. Just picturing him anywhere outside the Marina or South Beach is hard.
Andrew's still dealing with Joffrey and Mom and the $20 million dump in Tiburon. There's a $17 million offer from a "couple from Norway." I bet it's the Ikeas! Isn't Ikea from Norway? Or Sweden. One of those. One of those Viking/blonde/slash through the letter O places. Anyway, since they seem to be buying it as an investment, Mom thinks they're "not the right people." FINALLY, someone is discriminating against stunningly beautiful blonde people. ABOUT FUCKING TIME. Keep moving, Horgor. We don't like your kind around here.
Instead of selling to Billy Bookshelf, Mom decides to RENT the fucking place out like it's a studio on Craigslist, except this studio is on 6 acres and rents for ONE HUNDRED FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS A MONTH. That better include water and garbage. Other than the residents. KA-POW SEE WHAT I DID THERE!!!! PWNED!!!!
Fittingly, Andrew's new office that is under construction appears to be in Pleasanton, from which fiance Paaaaal says he'll "take over San Francisco." From fucking Pleasanton? Right, just like the Falklands took over Yorkshire. Try taking over Tracy first, just to warm up.
So that's it.