So, cut to Tandrew on his date, which is awkward but functional, probably the best one could hope for a blind date. Andrew tries to lead his dinner companion down the road to sexy talk with a word-association game, but before things can get risqué, Kelly and Andrew CRASH! The DATE! "I'm trying to get laid," pleads poor Tandrew in an interview. Kelly ends up dominating the evening, of course, with her direct manner and fashionable poncho.
I would also like to mention the uncommonly excellent DVR-buster segment this week, which involved Andrew (and, by proxy, Kelly) hitting on a hot, muscle-tanked, pornstache-sporting photographer on the street. After getting the guy to open up about how his mother paid for his giant bicep-accentuating tattoo (!), he also drops that he has a girlfriend. Another one bites the dust. "That's the problem with this city," grouses Andrew. "Everybody looks gay."
Next week, the Skinner burnout continues apace, and Tandrew strongly considers quitting his job, because working for Robyn has got to be the worst.
Joe R wants to know more about Kelly's doctor's receptionist. ...Actually, maybe not TOO much more. Questions, comments, and unadulterated love can be sent to him at firstname.lastname@example.org.