We can all rest peacefully tonight: Trishelle finally gets hold of ex-boyfriend John on the phone. He tells her that he's fine -- he was just a bit constipated and out of crack when he called her earlier -- and suggests that she stay away from psychics. Trishelle decides to celebrate the life of her ex-boyfriend by getting obnoxiously hammered. She and Traci begin guzzling as much alcohol as they can possibly stomach. Apparently Traci is a lightweight, because we don't see much of her after she skips down a hallway. However, Trishelle is an old-school alkie and she decides that it's time for a rousing game of "Tell All Your Housemates They're Fucking Assholes." She informs Ice that he's a dick. Over and over again. She says that he's pissing her off, and he claims he doesn't know why. This goes on for what seems hours until finally Trishelle admits that she's trying to "hook him up," and he's too dumb to figure it out. He still doesn't get it. So she starts rubbing up against him. He gets it then. Boy, does he get it. Trishelle wants to head upstairs and have the Ice cubes slapping her ass. Ice confesses that his life is out in the open, and that everyone in the house knows he's happily married with two daughters, and that he loves his family when he's not screaming at them that they're a bunch of aliens. Trishelle tells Erik and Ice in a drunken slur that she wants to kiss Ice, and that she's totally in love with him. Ice says he's faithful to his wife, but that he'll "help her to her room." Yeah. I've helped a drunk chick or two to her room in my day. Erik may be stupid, but he's not that stupid, and he tells Ice that he and Ron will help Trishelle to her room. Ron tucks Trishelle in like a good Papa with a nine-and-three-quarter-inch penis. Trishelle doesn't stay in the bed long before it's time for her first interview with Timmy The Toilet. Ron's standing outside the bathroom as Trishelle retches and mumbles, "That was special."