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Of all the nights for me to not eat half a pizza and to have walked away from that box of iced brownies in the supermarket that I wanted to take home to make love to... The caloric overload and sugar rush might have helped me care less about these three smugly-ugly ass-fucks.

Usually I can understand a man's point of view, and often relate to his motivation. But something is wrong with that dick-face Brady. I could tell he was a bit of a jerk early on, but now he disgusts me. Is he so desperate for female approval that he felt it necessary to race into the sorority room (imagine how it smells in the dorms when Vicky and Heba are hanging out together) to spill the beans about his conversation with Phil? What a fucking douche. He can't be pussy-whipped -- there's no way Vicky has fucked him since the birth of their last child, however long ago that was. Maybe he gets a yearly handjob in the shower on his birthday or something... assuming his arteries can still manage to squeeze enough blood below his waist to achieve an erection, which is highly unlikely.

Most men would want to form at least some sort of motivational bond with the other guy in the competetion. You know... inspiration, camaraderie, good-natured one-oneupmanship. But no, not Brady. Brady wants to be a GIRL.

He's well on his way to growing a vagina. God knows the fat pad of his pubis most certainly has devoured his sad, little penis.

What Vicky and Brady are too stupid to realize is that they are letting that repulsive cow Heba dictate how they should play the game.

I suppose having to go through your entire life with an ugly name like "Heba" is likely to help create an equally ugly soul. And yet... I knew a chick named Gretchen who was actually very sweet... So perhaps Heba's ugliness has roots in Twinkies and the fact that she didn't get her period until she was eighteen and all the other girls in school made fun of her.

Heba's a fraud and a liar. If you'll recall, a few weeks ago when she booted her own husband from the game, she rattled on and on about how this decision was based on HER HEALTH and the fact that she needed to be there more than he did and that she could never do it on her own.

But now, suddenly it's all about the prize money.

Well, Heba... maybe when you watch the show you'll realize that if Phil happens to hate you, he's got good reason. And he's not alone: all of America hates you, too.

Heba's got that kind of face you just want to punch. Or kick. Or rub into a pile of warm feces.

I can forgive a lot of the fatties who have done some unscrupulous things on this show. I can let it slide after a while when some of the women whine and go through their predictable emotional breakdowns (the men do, too, but not with as much regularity as the ladies -- it's just estrogen and biology and totally understandable). But I have never hated three contestants on this show more than I hate these three.

Vicky is a manipulative, self-centered, pathological CUNT. There is no doubt that she is the one (with Heba's help) who easily convinced Brady to water-load, blow the weigh-in and boot Amy. That smugly sneering smile made her even all the more hideous because it radiated from the inside out.

I have news for you, Vicky. You could lose more weight than any other woman ever in the history of the show and you'd still be ugly. Fuck you and fuck your horrid slash of a lipless puppet mouth. Turn your face sideways and your mouth resembles amphibian cloaca.

Your twat smells like cheese -- I am sure of it. And not GOOD cheese, either.

Vicky has a constant, unending battle with vaginal yeast infections. You can tell just by looking at her. I also strongly suspect a withered ovary. Sadly, she has already reproduced.

It seems obvious that these three are not going to make it to the end, and that's something to shoot for and will keep me tuned in. Still, I wish they'd switch it up next season and change the rules of the game: as Amy said, and as I said a couple weeks ago, base it on weight loss (and I like to see the bottom two face off in a challenge). And no more water-loading -- immediate expulsion for that cowardly tactic.

All three would do well to suffer a mild stroke while straining for a bowel movement on the toilet. I can't wish death or permanent disability on them, it's just not my nature. But I'd like to see a year-long recovery with intensive physical therapy -- the kind of physical therapy that makes them cry each and every day.