I realized last night I've been writing about this damn show for nigh on three months now without making the obligatory comment about the size of Jennifer Lopez's ass. So here it is: During the introductions to this week's elimination show, I could swear her derriere started turning around a full two seconds before her torso did.
Okay, enough of that. On to the elimination. Eight contestants enter, seven contestants leave. But in the end, there can be only one.
That also fulfills my '80s geek joke quotient for the night. I didn't really see Paul's kick to the curb coming this early, though I knew it was coming. It'll call for a slight re-jiggering of my calculations, but I'm up to the task.