
“Well, today is the final elimination.”

“And to be honest with you, I have no idea who I’m choosing.”

Don’t get me wrong. One of them is possibly a great, quality guy.

“But what went down over the past few days has left me questioning things.”

“Did I go about this whole process right? Could it be that I’ve let “The One” go already?”

“Or could it be that “The One” is right in front of me?”

“Maybe I’ve got my hair pulled too tight?”

“These guys are so different from the other. It’s two ends of two completely different spectrums that I working with here.”

“One the one hand, I’ve got a guy whose not much different from the last guy I’ve dated. In fact, he may be even worse. What is with this town and meat-heads?”

“Then I have a guy who I don’t know anything about other than he has imaginary friends in high places that love to fart on his head. And he’s got a problem with giving me lip.”

At first, he was intriguing, now he’s just crazy. Though crazy is not a deal breaker for me. On the right guy, as long as he can keep his fits to hisself, it can be plum sexy.

“And even though I’m still ticked about him giving me lip;”

“It was still strangely sexy to see him act like an actual living sim for once.”

“I think I can deal with that. He is cute.”

I am uncertain of my chances at this point. If I go by the events at the cabin, I think it could go in my favour.

Time for Diesel to claim his prize.

D.D.: Well guys, this is it. Final elimination. How are you feeling?
Shy Guy: Fine.

D.D.: How are you feeling, Dumb-Abs?
Dumb-Abs: Let’s just get this over with, babe.
D.D.: Oh, don’t worry. It is about to be over for you.

Dumb-Abs: Boo, I got this. Just send him home already.
D.D.: What makes you think I won’t choose him?
Dumb-Abs: You won’t.
D.D.: I could.
Dumb-Abs: Ha! Yeah, right. Sure.
D.D.: Snicker all you want.
D.D.: He may not be much but at least he’s not you.

Shy Guy: Shut up!

D.D.: Excuse me!?!
Shy Guy: SHUT UP!!!

Shy Guy: I’m so tired of listening to the both of you bicker on like school children.

Shy Guy: It’s so obvious you like each other.

Shy Guy: He sees you as a trophy. And your feeble attempts at resisting his caveman charm is not even an attempt. You’re an adolescent school girl who pushes the boy to the pavement to get his attention.

D.D.: Who are you calling a little girl, you chalk bucket?

D.D.: I’m going to kick your butt so hard, you’ll turn my shoe color!

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D.D.: Now call me a little girl again! I’ll draw hopscotches all over this park with your face! SAY IT!

D.D.: I thought so. You’re dismissed.

It’s a little too late to be growing a set. As stated before, I have a zero tolerance for anybody talking sherb to me. And honestly if Chalky won this, he’d soon find out he’s not built for this.
Therefore, he should thank me. I saved his life.

D.D.: Go home and build yourself a girlfriend.
Shy Guy: Very well.

I’d say I’m disappointed by not being chosen. However, I feel just fine.
“It was clear from the start that I wasn’t her type.”

“She prefer’s the more physically dominant, intimately phlegmatic, narcissistic kind.”

“I’ve come to the conclusion that she got what she desired. And so did he.”

“They’re made for each other.”

I called it! Told you so! Giesel for the win.

Dumb-Abs: Finally.
D.D.: It’s over.

Dumb-Abs: I know. Come here, boo.

D.D.: There’s something I wa-
Dumb-Abs: I’m gonna make you so happy.

Aw, Jamoo!

D.D.: You better.

D.D.: Gino, I’m not going to ask to be your girl. I don’t think you can handle me.

Gino: I can handle anything, boo.

Gino: I came here for you and now I’m leaving here with you.

Gino: Only you.
D.D.: Oh, Gino. You mean that?
Gino: Duh, boo.
D.D.: Well, in that case…


D.D.: Yes! I do!
Gino: Do wha…
