Thursday, April 10, 2008
THE DINGO'S GOT MY BABY!
You have GOT to be fucking kidding me! Throw another hottie on the barbie! Oh, I'm pissed all over again!
Michael Johns handled it totally dignified and with a ton of class. But since I don't have that sort of restraint, I made this gallery of it anyhow. Believe me, I don't take joy in it the way I do in some of my other "shock boot" collections, but I figured it was time, and though his faces were restrained, I think this is still pretty good.
When the final three was announced, Carly was pretty resigned to the fact that she was going home.
Until she and Syesha were announced as safe. Cry.
Please note in the below that Brooke is her typical woman on the verge, Cook is his normal cool, concerned self, while Farchie slouches with relief (his hands are notably NOT clenched), and Kristy and Castro are the ones to carry the Bo Bice honorary "you're a bunch of motherfuckers" torch this year.
Then, Ryan hammers it home, noting how last year, they didn't send anyone home. But oh yeah, you're definitely out of here, Mike!
But see, his still has the class to give us, and Pauler, one last shot of what we loved best, and it wasn't the ascots, it was his ass. We'll miss you and your down under, Michael Johns.