By Potes
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Previously: Kristy Joe had some effing issues. But not as many as Aubrey, the sacrificial trans, who volunteered to leave to give Kristy Joe another shot at touching Bret's backstage pass. It's a lot less poetic when you find out that Aubrey was set to get the boot anyway. Still, the bitch knows how to make a dramatic exit.
It is morning. The girls wake and apply their makeup with a paint roller. Peyton tells us that if she doesn't make headway now -- and I think we all know the way in which head is important on this show -- it might be too late. Big John, with his hair slicked back and a big smile on his face, delivers Bret Mail. It goes as such: "Good morning, my divine nine / Some of you are sweet and some of you are flirty / But what I really want is a girl who can get dirty / So grab your gear, get ready to play tough / Because today is going to be rough. / Love, Bret." Catherine tells us that she's from Montana, and has been getting dirty her whole life. Don't get her started about the great dust storm of 1912. Each girl grabs some gear -- sports gear, that is. Wassagoinon, you may ask? That's right, bitches: Bret's Mudbowl II!
Bret greets the girls, who will once again be divided into teams named "The Sweethearts" and the "Fallen Angels." The team that wins will get to go on a date with Bret, with the MVP enjoying a solo date. Ah, this was precisely the time last year when Jes ignored her instinct to get the fuck out of there and paid the price. The lesson here? If a man in a wig is serenading you, run. Catherine is the captain of the Sweethearts, and Destiney is captain of the Fallen Angels. They each get to pick their teammates. Since there are nine girls total, one will be left out and will have no chance at going on a date with Bret. If these girls are smart, they'll leave out Daisy. Check out the clause that begins that last sentence, and draw your own conclusions. Speaking of Daisy, in the lineup with all the other girls she looks smaller than ever. Seriously, I think she's 3'3". She's like a weird little sex Furby.
Bret goes on to explain that he's from Pittsburgh, the greatest city in all the world, where football is traditionally played in harsh weather conditions. He is not kidding. In Pittsburgh, a game of tag on the elementary school playground is traditionally played in harsh conditions. So today, Bret's playing God. But not in the way of, like, finding a way to fix these girls with stem cells or something. Rather, Big John has a weather machine, and when Bret says the word, he can summon rain, snow, and wind.
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