Had the Bachelorette existed in the 1700s (apparently just after Filibuster believes Shakespeare was writing, sweet Jesus), our forefathers would have had it so much easier. There is no way after seeing the travelling shitshow we call “entertainment” that they’d have fought so long and hard to retain the colonies. I mean, truly, after watching this group tour London I am positive, the Redcoats wouldn’t have been coming, they’d be leaving.
The hardest part for me about this episode, besides everything that happened during it, was listening to Lady Veneers pretend to give a shit about London and recite the same 3 lines about William and Kate getting married. Look. London is one of my favorite cities. They managed to shoot there on the 5 days a year it is not grey and foreboding. That was misleading because while London’s foggy gloom usually foreshadows a wicked hangover for wild bucks like me, in this case it would serve a fair warning to Lady Veneers: THIS IS NOT GOING TO END WELL FOR YOU.
We had to be spoon fed our obligatory watch Chompers and Child play on a hotel bed scene. It was great. We learned Ricki, despite being what, like six, still thinks dragons live in Buckingham Palace. I don’t want to be hard on this girl, but isn’t six like a first grader? Or almost one? By first grade I understood the rules of baseball and am pretty sure I had no expectation that a fucking dragon was flying out of the Getty Villa. This is what you get when your rich child has a 1700 sq. ft. bedroom and you let her watch Game of Thrones. She probably thinks her mother is Khaleesi.
Anyway, the dates got rolling with some steamy ABC After School Special sightseeing with Strawberry Lemonade who was so excited to be in London they made him pack three pairs of “knickers” in case he got too excited. Which he did on the double decker bus.
What immediately was offputting was the fact that Lady Veneers was clearly sick and had a frog in her throat. This was mildly disturbing given the fact ABC went out of their way to show that it was possibly Lady Veneers was, in fact, having a torrid affair with Kermit the Frog. A “frog in her throat”? Chris Harrison, you pervert! Emily is from North Carolina now and if there’s anything we learned in their last election, it is that marriage is between a man and a woman there. Man and a frog? Do you realize what kind of scrutiny you have put Chompers in? How will Ricki Bobbi go to school and learn that dragons don’t live in Buckingham Palace (also the name of a Raleigh-Durham strip club) if she is constantly ridiculed for having an amphibisexual mother? Why ruin the life of someone with such perfectly fake horse teeth? They take marriage WAY SERIOUS in North Carolina.
I am kidding. I support all marriages, even the 50% of them that fail. Or 99% of them if they were formed on this television show.
Anyway, I wish I had more to say about Strawberry Blonde’s date, but he is so boring I want to find the dragon in Buckingham Palace and wear armor made of bacon in hopes I was set ablaze, eaten and sparred the obligatory “can I kiss you” move that everyone does with Chompers. Is this because she is so hot that guys are freaked out just to let it rip? Is this because she is from West Virginia and they based the film Deliverance on there and they are afraid she will lure them back woods and Ned Beatty them? Is it just because with teeth so powerful you want to make sure she’s not chewing gum and creating the potential to have your face chewed off in light of the zombie apocalypse bath salt talk that’s been going around the east coast?
Nope. It’s just because these guys are weak sauce and there has been one fucking helicopter so far and it is week five. All of you apologize to Ben Flajnik right now who took helicopters JUST TO GET TO the helicopter he was going to use to go somewhere extreme.
When they made him say London is calling and then played a rip off too-cheap-to-buy-a-license version of the Clash’s “London Calling” a little part of me died and my wife and I spent forty minutes burying it in the yard. Our neighbors love us.
They rode a double decker bus [fart noise]. They took a picture in front of a soldier [wet fart noise]. Then they had Strawberry Blonde give a speech about love where he sounded like Atticus Finch’s mentally challenged inbred donkey child. Like, he was speaking like a lawyer-reverend-3rd grade speech class student. And what the fuck was he even saying?
So you know what my wife deals with, I would have gotten up there and just read the beginning of “Trainspotting” (even though they weren’t British) while randomly nodding my head and flicking people off. At the end I would have thrown someone’s digital camera over the fence behind me and than ran the opposite direction singing Girl From Ipanema. Yes I’ll accept that rose, obviously. You never expect the Muppets.
They kept trying to say London is romantic. It isn’t. It’s an amazing city, but it’s a city where they will give you Yorkshire pudding with beef jus in it while you are drinking heavy ale in a pub you can smoke in. If you go out all day in London and blow your nose, it’s got soot in it. Cops fight drunks in London over their pint which they have just walked into traffic carrying. London plays for keeps. It doesn’t play for romance.
Proof? You went on a date to the Tower of London. All that tour is about are dudes called Beefeaters (hilarious) telling you that you need to tip your executioner a lot so he cuts your head off in one fell swoop as many prisoners suffered a grisly death of like ten blows before the head came off. If you have been to London on this tour, you know that it is just all about gross out stories.
So yeah, let’s go inside, eat food shipped in from an organic restaurant in La Jolla and talk about how many kids we want. And what better place to talk about how many kids you want than the Tower of London in romantic…London.
And how about that? Emily. These dudes will make babies with you. If you don’t quit asking, the porn music will start and you will have to put your money where your mouth is and conceive these kids. Hell, you want so many kids, just have one with each of the top five and then marry the one who has the best DNA (or at least the one you think can get Ricki off thinking dragons exist).
He gets a rose, I went and got a scotch.
Group date was more England racism. Let’s go perform a bunch of Shakespeare again. The Talented Mr. Lipstick was legit creepy the whole time. He took it really seriously, when the correct answer was this:
Which of my readers would not fall in love me with if in England in front of a bunch of hard core thespians who take shit way too seriously I just did a scene from Billy Madison and played BOTH Adam Sandler and that other guy? Wait, you are all in love with me already? Yes, I accept that rose and no it’s not hard to be so humble.
Filibuster grew back the Seneca Wallace and perved out hard when he got to kiss Chompers. Speed Racer kept getting a red face and every girl everywhere was all like “awwwww”. Seriously, from my California home it sounded like there was a cat genocide. Get over yourselves. Egg Guy was fine, but like I still just don’t have a name for him and whatever [fart noise].
The only other note was Kalon telling Chompers to “run along” so he could practice and America was outraged at the fact this douchebag was still a douchebag. DUN DUN DAH!
Also, Emily responded by saying “this isn’t Broadway” and I am thinking, Jesus ABC, you got her to memorize all this other shit about London but you couldn’t get her to say West End instead of Broadway? England like invented the play. THEY WERE IN ENGLAND DOING A PLAY FOR A DATE BECAUSE ENGLAND IS SO FUCKING THEATERY. Just because Veneers is boring and her daughter still believes in dragons doesn’t mean you get to phone it in and not give us helicopters or fact checking. I mean, shit. In Belize they were like explaining the top exports and gross national product over a ten year span. GET IT RIGHT.
Then, in more English racism and because Harrison had to go pick up some Diana Ross (they call cocaine that there sometimes, especially if you look dumb and American, are on Spring Break lost in the West End after your mother bought you tickets to see Lion King and you drank a lot of tequila in a weird bomb shelter bar right before curtains up), they went to a pub for a pint. Derp.
That’s when the fireworks started because Talented Mr. Lipstick called Ricki baggage, and in fairness, who wants to tell a kid dragons are only on Game of Thrones. Dad decided to throw him under the bus and then Filibuster stood up and was all “that was not a cool thing to say” and the pile on began. Lipstick was defenseless.
Lady Veneers said she was gonna go West Virginia, hoodrat, backwoods on him, only then she let Doug do the hard work. I don’t think she knows what West Virginia, hoodrat, backwoods is, because again, it’s Deliverance. It’s a deformed kid playing a banjo. It’s “squeal piggy” (please don’t see the movie if you can’t handle rape, Burt Reynolds or both). It’s not kicking a man in a women’s sweater out of a pub to leave England in a minivan.
Filibuster bought Emily a present and what was hilarious was she totally started coming around to him, proving my point that to be on this show you need to be the kind of girl that can be bought off by jewelry and 11th grade football player game. “I’m gonna ignore your beard shape and the fact you are a walking erection and just accept this gift because it would go great with this racerback I just bought”. Seems like only yesterday he was writing her 7th grade poetry and calling her a future fat chick. I love Filibuster so much.
The worst part of this date was that Emily, who apparently wants a man’s man, expected all these guys to puke and tell her what Kalon had said. A man’s man doesn’t puke. He gets a guy like One Direction to puke and then says “I was gonna tell you but he beat me to it”. Emily is creating a house full of super whiner assholes out of a house of whiner assholes.
Next date was One Direction who was wearing a suit right off the Bonobos catalogue. How did he pack for this trip? He had casual high sock Bermuda wear for last week. Now, he is ready to go riding in case the show’s British racism lead to a spontaneous polo match.
They went to an etiquette class that was just a failed experiment. Jef was fine. Emily was sick and bored and just for good measure, they faked it like they ran out. The lady came back in doing her best Hogwarts professor “WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GO”. Speaking of which, anyone else feel like HBO has been playing Deathly Hallows Part Two on repeat for a month now? It’s the new “Call Me Maybe” which was the new “Levels”.
They left to… GO TO A PUB. Again.
Jef ordered two pints and a fish and chips. Racist. (I know this is not racism, but nationalisticisimsmsm, but let’s be honest, I don’t remember what I just wrote. You never expect the Muppets and on a scale of one to ten… Dragons). Look, fish and chips is fine. I get it. But two “pints”. This is like ordering two “glasses” at a bar in the use. A pint of what One Direction? Tartar sauce? Urine? Oh, beer? Got it. Pick one. We have 200 on tap because it’s England.
Then, super fun, One Direction says something about a Chloe handbag. I do not claim to be an alpha male (alpha males don’t need to claim anything, we built this city on rock and roll). I mean, look, I lived in Beverly Hills and am aware of ladies’ brands and the basics of couture. My Chuck Taylors are made by John Varvatos. I mean, I am kind of a dick. The thing is, I didn’t know what a Chloe bag was. Now I do and I know one thing: Jef shouldn’t know about it. He also said like “a Chloe handbag you’d want to keep forever”. I always thought Jef was just a mellow slow roller, but maybe he’s just super into fashion or maybe, like Emily, he is into Kermit the Frog too. Like, he’s not a Miss Piggy kind of guy, but I bet he knows what purse she wants.
Yeesh. Emily was won over by Filibuster’s dumb necklace, so Jef might be the new Ames. One Direction seems wrong. Both Directions, probably. Good for him. That’s so not Salt Lake City and I dig it.
They then went in the London Eye, talked a bunch about nothing and it was boring. Jef did however say he would have non-stop all night dance parties with Ricki in Salt Lake City which sounds terrible, just like Salt Lake City. [fart noise].
Then, like everyone else, he asked to kiss her, but at least wasn’t gross about it like Speed Racer, who leads with more tongue than an ear, nose and throat doctor.
Cocktail party, Chompers just interrogates everyone as to why on earth they wouldn’t sell out a guy who would never ever win. Filibuster continues his headfuck by just doing the thespian thing AGAIN, but it works and now Emily can be bought by jewelry or the even more timeless male tactic of “be a dick, then be nice, rinse and fucking repeat”. Thanks Agoura High School for teaching me everything I needed to know to cover bad reality television.
In the end, having only to do with the fact he was the last non white dude on the show, Alelelelejando was booted. Forget the fact this guy was gonna be a banker. Forget the fact that the “mushroom farmer” as ABC calls it actually invented a way to grow gourmet mushrooms out of recycled coffee grounds which he has sold to Chez Panisse and Whole Foods and got a grant from Berkeley. Emily likes white dudes with Seneca Crane beards that bribe her and treat her like shit. And will lie to Ricki about the existence of dragons.
Off to Croatia.
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