Julie starts the live part of the show by checking in with the living room full of houseguests, yakking about the peanut butter and jelly some more. Blah blah blah, yakkety-yak with Danielle about the veto, yakkety-yak with Josh and Tonya about being evicted. Oh, my goodness. Tonya is wearing what I believe to be a sort of dark denim bustier (my favorite Sandra Bernhard line of all time: "What's a bustier? It's to...boost your yays") with spaghetti straps. It covers no more than the bottom half of her implants, and it's split down the middle in front, with the gaping maw tied together with little laces. She gives some happy-yap about how she hopes not to be evicted, and then Josh says if they evict him, they all suck, and he hopes they have fire insurance. Nice. He, incidentally, has grown out the goatee and spiked up his hair with gel. I don't consider it an improvement. Although his shirt is a nice color.
Voting. First up are Eric and Amy. Unsurprisingly, Eric votes to boot Tonya. Amy, much to my dismay, keeps to her plan from last episode, and votes to evict Tonya as well. Sigh.
Now it's time for the Loved Ones On Parade segment, which opens hideously with Josh's girlfriend Merritt looking into the camera and forcing her obviously reluctant cat to wave to "Joshie." Her cat is like, "I hate that bastard. Don't drag me into this." I detest her on sight. She's been with Josh for a year, which classifies her as rather masochistic, and she hopes to marry him, which qualifies her as mentally deranged. One of the little tidbits we pick up here is that Josh calls her "Mewwitt." Pardon me while I get a pail in which to throw up. She and a couple of other idiots who I guess are supposed to be friends of Josh's sit around watching the show, wearing the same dipwad blue do-rags he was sporting for about the first week. Merritt threatens the earth with the spawn of Josh. I'm surprised she doesn't follow this up by poking her finger into her cheek and demanding "one miiiillion dollars" to forego fertilization.
Tonya has a boyfriend, and his arms are much, much too big. They must look like a cartoon crimefighting couple when they walk down the street together. Silicone Sally and the Bicepinator. He talks about what a super-terrific, plain old mom Tonya is. I guess he doesn't read The Smoking Gun. He clarifies that Tonya's "the sweetest, most respectful" of women. He then admits that the part where she let other women smear peanut butter on her genitalia and paraded around the back yard surprised him just a tad.