Final question: "What exactly is that on your chin?" Joe strokes the white feather hanging from his bottom lip, joking lamely about his "mini-Claus." Bear with me, now: my dad used to own a couple of records by a comedian named Brother Dave Gardner, who did his southern-accented act in the tones and cadence of a revivalist preacher. I never got any of the jokes when I was a kid, and now that I sometimes hear Brother Dave on a satellite radio comedy channel, I still have absolutely no idea what that cat was talking about, ever. But at least he was quieter than Joe.
And after Julie tells us to watch Sunday's show for the next HoH winner, Wednesday's for a special eviction episode, and another eviction on Thursday, that's it for tonight. And almost it for the summer. After an episode like tonight's, though, the thought of the end doesn't fill me with as much joy as it once did. Dear God, what am I becoming?
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