Hidden Immunity Idols fly like targets at a skeet shooting tournament.

Hidden Immunity Idols fly like ninja throwing stars.

Hidden Immunity Idols fly like geese going south.

Hidden Immunity Idols fly like......oh you got the picture and never was it so apparently stupid that one should shut-up. Abi.

What a lovely bunch of coconuts.

LAST EDITED ON 11-08-12 AT 11:38 PM (EST)

Hello from spoiler's central, here in the coconut groves of a tropical Philippine island. My darling spies, an intrepid gaggle of really raunchy women bent on destruction of the ozone layer with their climate changing sexual habits have gathered some juicy tidbits.

They never fail to surprise and delight me, and makes the treasury draining trips to bail them out of jail and fund their travels worth it.

Here they are;

Spoiler #1: Jeff hitches up his pants, spits a load of tobacco juice, adjusts his cup, and declares that he has a new game plan. He will ask Mike Scabpin to whittle a bat from coconut wood (thus endangering the last of his remaining fingers) and use it to knock home the runner on third. However, he gets ahead of a wicked curve and pops up. Lisa the church lady, in her black Burka umpire suit, will call him out on the infield fly rule.

It just goes to show, you actually can use too many baseball similes. Who knew?

Will give props to Kent for a pretty good exit rant:

“You know what pisses me off? I think I've made about 60 million dollars playing baseball and I want this frickin' million dollars in this game. And it's not even a million bucks! It's $600 grand by the time Obama takes it! I'm a Game 7 World Series loser. I played in the biggest games in the world and the worst games in the world, but this just sucks,"

And I envy him going to Ponderosa to be with RC. If he gets lucky, at least he’ll be able to say that he got something for his $600K.

Spoiler #2: Penner will continue to speak in the self-question and answer mode;
Q. “Did they betray me?”
A. “Yes, they did!”
Q. “Are all bets off?”
A. “Heck no. I shouldn’t have visited the island bookies.”
Q. "Do I have any alliances or allegiances?”
A. “No to both!”
Q. " Do I care?”
A. “I don't care. They're all gonna die,"
Q. ”Do I speak to myself?”
A. “Whut?”

(Since we just did Halloween, a trip thru Penner's psyche is appropriate).

Spoiler #3: Denise gets caught by the night shift camera crew trying to comfort Lisa, and getting her to reminisce about that mud wrestling, how much fun that was, how much they got to know each other. There are some other suggestions under the guise of helping Lisa to find her real sexual identity among those selfish, arrogant men, who have no idea what a woman really needs. They become snuggle bunnies.

Spoiler #4: Images: Clownfish frolicking among the anemones, sardines schooling in an effort to escape porpoises who are trying to complete the sardine’s circle of life. The brickbat analogy of the week.

Spoiler #5: And good ole (Brapp!!) Artis. Beans and (Brapp!!) rice are (Brapp!!) (Brapp!!) good enough for him. If he wins the million, he’ll (Brapp!!) eat beans and rice forever. Braaaaaaaaaap!!!!

Tribe made this then lost to me in a poker game.