After the bloodbath that kicked off the season, here we are, officially in the middle of August, and there are still eleven idiots in this house. There had better be a double elimination soon. Or a plague. I don't care which.
You may recall that Head of Household Frank nominated Wil and Joe this week. Wil Diary Rooms that he's been trying not to take it personally all summer. He's ben sucking at it, then. Frank DRs that Wil's attitude is to blame for making him the target, so Wil probably should go ahead and take it personally. And Joe assures us in the DR that he's not going home without a fight. "PACK A LUNCH, AMERICA!" And earplugs.
Post-noms, Danielle tells Dan to look on the bright side: at least Mike and Frank weren't lying about the initial nominations. But they still don't trust them, and hope to play in the Veto competition to avoid being backdoored. By their allies.
Mike and Frank have a whispered conversation about how Wil has to go, for having the temerity to not kiss their asses hard or wet enough the other day. They also discuss approaching Joe for a super-secret alliance, in order to secure his gratitude and loyalty if he stays this week. One of those plans makes sense.
Frank has a quiet talk with Joe in the storage room to assure him that he's not the target, and tells him to be cool. "Joe's like a drunk girl at prom," Frank DRs. "He's gonna make a mess; you just gotta make sure he doesn't throw up on your shoes." Thanks for that sexist homespun wisdom, Frank.
And then Mike assures Wil the same thing, but in this case it's just to fuck with him out of pure meanness. Literally, Mike DRs that it's one of his favorite pastimes. He even suggests Wil pick Mike as Houseguest's Choice for the PoV. In the DR, Wil assures us that he's not buying it. I don't think anyone in the house is that stupid. Even this house.
In the Have-Not room, Britney talks to Shane about his increasingly lopsided flirtation with Danielle, and his concern about getting backdoored, which leads to their motivation to win PoV. The Silent Six are seriously like the shakiest alliance ever.
It's finally time for Frank to ditch his spiritard, with all the ceremony and pomp of people with absolutely nothing else going on in their lives. [Note: Live feed watchers say that Frank often didn't wear it, thus making this ceremony even more underwhelming and lame. -- Rachel.]
Ashley's feeling guilty about her back spasm precluding her from playing in the PoV and saving Wil from the block. Wil tells her not to worry about it. Like she'd win anyway.