August 27, 2009 by diamond
There is no question that during his formative years Mike spied on Bryan and his girlfriend, found his hidden bottle of Wild Irish Rose and then went screaming to mom when Bryan hit him in retaliation. As a baby brother myself, I know the type well. Do. Not. Trust.
Mike pulls out the win. After rolling an eight on the craps table, he thinks of the perfect eight-ingredient dish: gazpacho! Not just regular-Jose gazpacho but one frozen in a cumulus of liquid nitrogen that comes out so thick a pointy crouton can stand upright in it like a dagger through his brother’s heart. Boo-yah.
Not only does he win immunity but also another of those nifty $15,000 casino chips that will start him on a lifetime of compulsive gambling.
We barely have time to watch three commercials for the “Real Housewives” before it’s time for the:
ELIMINATION CHALLENGE: Bachelor and Bachelorette Party: Battle of the Sexes (or: where are the strippers??)