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apocalypsosWell, that's a nice comment about the hurricane.
Oh, do the Previouslies HAVE to remind me they got rid of one of the only decent teams left?
EEE! Chip and Reichen playing with the monkeys! I remember that season. *sniffle* Okay, now I wish it was that season instead.
I still don't know who any of the Pink Ladies are, and I don't care.
You know, I have no problem with the praying thing out of the Weavers (The "Have you accepted Jesus?" thing, yeah -- the praying thing, no), but it does make me want to scream, "God is in the tub, you!"
If that's DJ and Mama Paolo expressing their "love," I'm going to vomit.
Okay, again, not loving the Weavers, but making them go to Talladega is just wrong.
*snerk* Okay, the bikes are better. Still at a really uncomfortable place, but ... yeah.
Yay for Carissa climbing the ladder! :)
Oh, for Christ's sake. Why can't they send the teams to some place that will make the Paolos feel uncomfortable and cry, like charm school?
A trailer home dealership?! Oh, remember when this show went to cool places?
Well, I suppose "If you're uncomfortable, use that as a reason to hurry" is probably the best way to deal with that situation.
I'll give her credit, too -- reminding them that their dad loved racetracks probably helped, too.
Carissa can't even reach the pedals? "My legs are not that sore." Heh!
Oh, the Paolos have to ride in a thunderstorm? HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
*giggles* All right, the mooning and flashing on the highway brought the Linzes and Bransens up a notch in my book.
No, a thunderstorm in Mississippi during this episode is not creepy AT ALL.
Heh. That's it, Schroeders, be morons.
*sniggers* Oh, good move, Weavers.
Stassi, just bite me hard, you teenage drama queen. *eye roll*
"I don't like these trailers. They're eeeeeeeeeevil." HEE. Carissa is my hero.
Oh, for crying out loud. Just when you thought the product placement wasn't quite obnoxious enough ...
They're actually giving clues in their clues? My God, have the producers gone mad? Or, you know, remembered when they used to do that ALL THE TIME?
"I've never heard of Fairview, LA and we live there." It's wrong and all, but heh.
Oh, I'd so play blackjack. Blackjack I'm actually not bad at.
And you have to dress up in costume, too? YAY! Let's go play cards. :)
Oh, I love Carissa's little dress!
If the Paolos win this leg, I'm going to punch something. And you know, I could say something really mean about the Paolos being first at the pit stop right before a devastating hurricane, but ... yeah.
God, if the Gaghans get kicked off tonight, I swear ... *headdesk*
Oh, Christine, quit your crying. Jesus.
Huh. The kids just stopped cutting, then? I'd complain, but they came into this game knowing stuff like this would happen and the parents would be doing a lot more work.
Did she just say Lake Pontchartrain was one of the five Great Lakes? *headsmack*
"You can probably see our house from here." Damn, their house really was close, wasn't it?
Oh, good, it's not the Paolos. I still can't tell the Bransen girls apart, but they're not that bad anymore.
Fuck, the Paolo team is still second. And if you'd run the perfect race, you asshole, you'd be first.
"Is it my understanding that there was a moon out today?" *snerk*
Oh, YAY. *cuddles Gaghans*
This may officially be the most emotional I've ever seen a team get, which is sad.
Next week: DJ Paolo is both tossed onto a plane and made to bungee-jump. Did I mention he hates heights? See, now this is torture of a team I can firmly get behind.
Oh, do the Previouslies HAVE to remind me they got rid of one of the only decent teams left?
EEE! Chip and Reichen playing with the monkeys! I remember that season. *sniffle* Okay, now I wish it was that season instead.
I still don't know who any of the Pink Ladies are, and I don't care.
You know, I have no problem with the praying thing out of the Weavers (The "Have you accepted Jesus?" thing, yeah -- the praying thing, no), but it does make me want to scream, "God is in the tub, you!"
If that's DJ and Mama Paolo expressing their "love," I'm going to vomit.
Okay, again, not loving the Weavers, but making them go to Talladega is just wrong.
*snerk* Okay, the bikes are better. Still at a really uncomfortable place, but ... yeah.
Yay for Carissa climbing the ladder! :)
Oh, for Christ's sake. Why can't they send the teams to some place that will make the Paolos feel uncomfortable and cry, like charm school?
A trailer home dealership?! Oh, remember when this show went to cool places?
Well, I suppose "If you're uncomfortable, use that as a reason to hurry" is probably the best way to deal with that situation.
I'll give her credit, too -- reminding them that their dad loved racetracks probably helped, too.
Carissa can't even reach the pedals? "My legs are not that sore." Heh!
Oh, the Paolos have to ride in a thunderstorm? HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
*giggles* All right, the mooning and flashing on the highway brought the Linzes and Bransens up a notch in my book.
No, a thunderstorm in Mississippi during this episode is not creepy AT ALL.
Heh. That's it, Schroeders, be morons.
*sniggers* Oh, good move, Weavers.
Stassi, just bite me hard, you teenage drama queen. *eye roll*
"I don't like these trailers. They're eeeeeeeeeevil." HEE. Carissa is my hero.
Oh, for crying out loud. Just when you thought the product placement wasn't quite obnoxious enough ...
They're actually giving clues in their clues? My God, have the producers gone mad? Or, you know, remembered when they used to do that ALL THE TIME?
"I've never heard of Fairview, LA and we live there." It's wrong and all, but heh.
Oh, I'd so play blackjack. Blackjack I'm actually not bad at.
And you have to dress up in costume, too? YAY! Let's go play cards. :)
Oh, I love Carissa's little dress!
If the Paolos win this leg, I'm going to punch something. And you know, I could say something really mean about the Paolos being first at the pit stop right before a devastating hurricane, but ... yeah.
God, if the Gaghans get kicked off tonight, I swear ... *headdesk*
Oh, Christine, quit your crying. Jesus.
Huh. The kids just stopped cutting, then? I'd complain, but they came into this game knowing stuff like this would happen and the parents would be doing a lot more work.
Did she just say Lake Pontchartrain was one of the five Great Lakes? *headsmack*
"You can probably see our house from here." Damn, their house really was close, wasn't it?
Oh, good, it's not the Paolos. I still can't tell the Bransen girls apart, but they're not that bad anymore.
Fuck, the Paolo team is still second. And if you'd run the perfect race, you asshole, you'd be first.
"Is it my understanding that there was a moon out today?" *snerk*
Oh, YAY. *cuddles Gaghans*
This may officially be the most emotional I've ever seen a team get, which is sad.
Next week: DJ Paolo is both tossed onto a plane and made to bungee-jump. Did I mention he hates heights? See, now this is torture of a team I can firmly get behind.
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Date: 2005-10-19 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-19 01:51 am (UTC)That? Is why I adore you.
And did Mama Weaver call Lake Ponchutrain one of the Great Five Lakes? Drop the Bible and pick up an atlas...
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Date: 2005-10-19 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-19 02:29 am (UTC)Yes, Pontchartrain is the sixth great lake. And someone butchered the pronunciation of that one as well. Although how you can mispronounce Hattie is beyond me. The founder was named Hattie! Just add -burg!
I have images of the Lindz boys visiting Bourbon St. while there were there.
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Date: 2005-10-19 02:33 am (UTC)Oh, I think it's pretty much a given that they left the Bathmat and immediately went to a bar. And good for them. :)
Gaghans
Date: 2005-10-19 07:38 am (UTC)They're taking their time on the highways because of the kids so I'm hoping less driving and more challenges will give them a chance to get ahead.