And then, gah! We get a post-elimination interview with Daisy, and she looks like a fucking lunatic. More like a fucking lunatic. I think she, like, tore out her extensions with her bare hands or something. She says that Bret eliminated her, and it sucks because she loves him and is in love with him. She tried the best she could to get him to trust her, but he couldn't or didn't want to. Maybe he just saw her in the unforgiving light of day for once. Daisy says that if she'd have known it would have been this painful to fall in love with Bret she never would have done it. She would have curled in a ball and eaten a lot of ice cream. There's still time, little one. Is anyone besides me worried that maybe Daisy isn't going to be okay?

Meanwhile, Ambre is totally Bret's rock of love. I don't get it either. Bret attributes it to fate. Ambre tries to convince us for real that Bret is the man of her dreams. However, I detect a look of mild panic in her eyes. With a plea to go have hot monkey sex, the show concludes. Somewhere in heaven, Charles Nelson Reilly turns over a card that says, "make whoopee" and smiles.

But it's not over yet! We still have the reunion show to look forward to. Where Heather -- I shit you not -- fucking pounds Daisy in the head. In the end, it might do her some good.