The girls leave and wave, and then Chris tells us that girls always come up to him and that he's never had to approach a girl, and then he says something about how the fact that the girls came up to him at the restaurant proves that and blah blah blah deludedcakes. What a douche bag. David then tells us Chris was gloating that he got the phone number, and we go back to Chris, who says that had David received the number, he would have called the girl that night. Wasting my time, this fucking show.

House. The five walk, in chains, in their bathing suits, to the hot tub. The Music of My Destroyed Tuesdays plays as they all toast with drinks, and Wade hicks some saying, to which Jennifer tells him, "Simmer down!" Hot tub. Playing. Playing. Jennifer looks scared. I look scared. My cat looks scared as Wade laps at his drink like a frog. Lord.

Night. Thank you. Closer to the end of this day. Oh man, this is only Day One. Shit. I'm ready for sleep and it's only noon. The kids eat fondue on the balcony. Clinton makes a cheesy (no fondue humor intended) toast about how "truly blessed" he feels to be in these people's company. Jennifer then tells us that Clinton has a good personality, and Clinton in turn tells us that he did well at dinner and had a good feeling about it. The dinner continues as they all make an oath to tell the truth, Chris leading. Chris then asks Jennifer if she's thought today about having sex with any of the guys. She says yes. He asks if it's him, and then laughs. Someone asks Wade about pulling his pants down to impress a girl and what kind of reaction did he get. He says he got a threesome. Wade then tells us that he thinks Jennifer is a prude. Jennifer in turns says that "it" was funny, but now it's no longer funny. Insert your own "it" here.