"We've been live'en the life... ya know... we never... ug"
Stupidity finally catches up with Salt n'Pepa.
'Taint nutten like a good marathon ass pinch’en, boob grope’en Bombay commuter train ride to bring a couple of white girls back together. The boob jobs managed to stop fighting and get down to it... certainly enough to earn their way onto the next round. Of course, don't start liking them 'cause everybody knows that's the kiss of death for contestants on a reality show.
They did get along well... but enough about that... lets talk about the train ride!! The teams had to board a rush hour commuter train in India and this is one of those cliché train scenes with bobble head people draped across the passenger cars making you think about the likelihood of them having anything like that notice in elevators about how many people or how many pounds are allowed in the car... Idiot boy (more on him later)... the Virgin King got claustrophobic in a race car! Imagine his joy at the train ride... He almost let Molly Mole depart alone - herself fully and completely wedged on the train.
You just know the India Department of Tourism either had nothing to do with the arrangements to film segments in Bombay or they got royally screwed over by the production company. You know all those homes that get swept away in 30 second news video bites when it floods in India? Well they showed us most of them and no wonder they get swept away... they're made of paper and mud. Really bad images of India. Molly is moved to comment "If I won the money, I would love to come back to a place like this and help the kids." Typical really... she prol'y has no concept of how much poverty and homelessness exists in the US.
Molly and Chuck just make me want to puke... no absolutely just retch my guts out. See if you're virgins (or so the message seems to be) then you are by nature, incapable of making decisions, abject followers, exceptionally stupid and, s'prise s'prise not at all good looking. HACK off her god awful mole and somebody buy Chuck a bloody hair product. No really... they're giving virgins a bad name.
When given the task of traveling across a polluted, overpopulated, industrialized major city... the Supremes set off at a dead run. WTF??? Everybody else clues in that you maybe need to take a bus and/or a train... but the wives-of-professional-athletes decide to hoof it. They, of course, come in seriously dead last... like rigormortis dead last. And blessedly are kicked out... to return to their husbands who were, no doubt, furiously shoo'ing a bevy of skanky white chicks out of their California mansions.
... and the unbelievable
Jaree, the "can't run" member of the boob team comments that she oughtta "throw out all my clothes from my bag and get tapestries" as they do the planes, trains and automobiles thing towards India. This from the girl that brought an assortment of brushes...
Six teams remain... dumb ass virgins, lackluster "friends", the clowns (still love the clowns), the engaged couple and Dorothy's Friends are all still in the game. Next week? Mud wrestling of course...