Warning: Spoilers ahead, don’t read on if you don’t want real honest to goodness authentic no BS spoilers. The real deal spoilers that can be found nowhere else. If someone else claims that they have spoilers, they are lying bags of scum sucking amoebic dysentery.

(Sorry, but that announcement had to be made to protect the integrity of the game, and was required by the International Spoilering Society, the ISS.)

Now that the legal niceties are out of the way, on to bigger and better things. I spent the week in my bungalow in the top of an unnamed palm tree watching the little games that people play. More on that later.

For now, I need to solve the problem of getting provisions up here thru the sieging coconut crabs that keep my supply lines interrupted. Apparently, since they acquired a taste for island rum (by stealing mine) and Coco Krispies (again, by stealing mine) I haven’t been able to breach the picket line they set up, and it’s getting desperate. I tried enlisting the help of the local monkey tribe who have the advantage of the swinging vine express, but it turns out that they like my rum and cereal too. You just can’t trust anybody these days. My next plan involves fruit bats, I can’t reveal the details for security reasons. But if all goes as it should, I will be sloshed to the gills my midnight. Fingers crossed, that is if you still have any fingers, those coconut crabs are especially fond of crossed fingers.

On to the raisons d'etre;

Spoiler Raison #1; Wishy washy Genie goes home. Lack of brain power. First she is talked into not opening a folded clue she found. The she is talked into opening it. Then she is talked into saying the secret phrase at the next tribal get together. The wishy-washy path off the island is all she was capable of following.

Spoiler Raison #2; Wish washy Nasser should follow soon. Danny and DeShawn want to throw the immunity challenge so that they can go to Tribal and vote Erica out. It seems that they don’t like her. However, Naseer objects to throwing competitions, so they pretend to agree with him. And he believes that because they agreed with him, that he is at last accepted into their cabal. Now he’s one of the guys. All he has ever wanted to be is one of the guys. He’s so happy, and so clueless. His epitaph will read Goat - not the Greatest Of All Time, but the sacrificial animal.

Spoiler Raison #3; Secret Phrase “I must confess that a goat eating broccoli reminds me of dead lady bugs and butterflies on LSD.” (Maybe paraphrased a little).

Buzzard Island Basher Barry
Danger zone below when windy