SRFriday

An early blog post today, as its going to be batshit crazy at work this afternoon. I’m preparing myself.

Okay. Okay okay okay. We’re getting down to the wire here folks. Survivor finale is on Sunday. YAY! I love those two hour finales, minus the “meditating on the past players” section where they wander with walking sticks and painted faces.

So last night, let’s see. The group finally realizes (Parvati, just today you realize what a threat Ozzy is? Hee) that Ozzy is dangerous. Well yes he is. He does porn. The reward challenge was a joke of course; Ozzy piling mounds of mud on his head, weighing 20 more pounds than everyone else’s. Boo ya. The kid is on fire. Nice try using your muddy boobs to change minds Parvats, but it was a no go.

I did like Becky and Sundra staying in their mud in the hut. They seemed so comfortable.

Then in the Immunity Challenge I thought, well, this one could be anyone’s since there’s no swimming and puzzles and such, maybe Becky could pull this one out? But no, Ozzy skips over the balance beams like frickin’ Nadia, puts the big puzzle together and drives those balls home like no ones business.

Which leads me to my next problem, Ozzy can’t say anything anymore without me thinking of sexual puns cause of his porning. But that’s not important.

Jonathan looked totally different at the jury didn’t he? So much pointier without all that facial hair, and those burning blue eyes, geesh, that guy is intense.

So my guess is final 3, Becky Yul and Ozzy (if he can hang in there, which of course he can). Adam and Sundra out. Ozzy winning final Survivor.

If the world is fair and right, Ozzy will win. He ain’t no Colby and he’s not handing this thing over to anyone else. Booya.

Christmas pic!