Glen is so gross. He tells the Irene that what he likes most about Los Angeles so far (I guess he's just come out for the interview, and still is living in Philly. This was unclear. It makes his dream of finding a job in film and video even more of a pipe dream, but whatever) is the chicks. And he's dating four girls in Philly, and none of them knows about the others, but it's cool, yo. Classy.
Glen and Jon bond over the fact that all Jon does is sleep and lay around the house. They talk about music for a while. Glen seals the deal by saying that he believes people ought to do their dishes right away. And he likes cats. And he's religiously tolerant. "I'm really close to God," he says. "I think. I'm not sure." I'll ask God next time I talk to him, Glen, but I think He's still mad at your for lying about the dishes just now.
Dom asks Glen who he would eat if they were all trapped in the house after an earthquake. Everyone laughs. Glen says he would rather die than eat any of them. He'd die for them. Like our Lord, y'all.
Irene says she likes Glen.
Aaron says Glen is cool, yo.
Jon says Glen hit it off with everyone.
So everyone writes their votes on teeny tiny pieces of paper, and crumple them up and stick them in Jon's big black Stetson hat. Glen wins. Everyone agrees they liked each of the potential roommates, but...you know. There can be only one.
Dom says that Glen would fit in the best with "their environment." Yes, since he seemed the least pleasant or mentally stable, that is true.
So, dude, Glen wins, and then they have to call each of the potential roommates to break the news to them, and it's so not staged, you guys. Like, I'm sure Ed was just sitting on his sofa, chilling with the cameraman, when the phone rang and Aaron (really nicely, actually) told him it was over. Ed is nonplussed. "Back to the track," he tells the camera.
Tami says Ed was "too much of a yes person." Isn't that exactly what she wanted? Oh, whatever. Shut up, Tami. I can't wait until she gets her jaw wired shut.
Aaron calls Kevin, and gives him the bad news, and wishes him luck in his future endeavors. Kevin doesn't give a shit. He takes a swig from his juice glass and sneers at the camera. Go back to the homeless, Kevin. I guarantee that dealing, day in and day out, with the homeless, drug-addicted youth of southern California is more pleasant than living rent-free with this bunch.
Dom, in his interview, says that Kevin was "too intense."