If you recall, last week was a to be continued because we’ve already started that trashcan rotation for the season. Demario is back to beg for more TV time. He kicks things off by shaking Rachel’s hand. Hot start. He’s sorry and stuff. He also has turned into Socrates in his time alone with his thoughts as he tells Rachel, “In order to experience joy, you need pain.” Rachel says boy, bye I need a man. SEEEE YUHHHHH.

To sum up the rest of the cocktail party, there are a pair of giant hands and Whaboom tells a story about Blake standing over him while he sleeps and licking a banana. No. Seriously. Speaking of banana licker, Blake is going through a hair identity crisis. It’s half slicked back and half hard side part. FIGURE IT OUT, BLAKE.

Rose Ceremony: Dean, Peter, Josiah, Bryan, Bryce, Eric, Anthony, Will, Jonathan, Jack, Matt, Alex, Adam, Kenny, Brady, Lee, Iggy, Fred, Diggy

Blake and Lucas both get kicked off and end up fighting outside of the mansion about whose funnier and who has a garbage clown life. The fact that this was a 10-minute scene that we had to endure foreshadowed this boring ass episode in addition to this terrible season.

Lights, Camera, Action with Bryan, Jonathan, Peter, Alex, Will, Fred

Rachel recruits Ellen to judge her men. She points out that terror Jonathan and goes, “This guy tickled me coming out of the limo.” And Ellen swiftly replies, “I don’t like that.” Me neither, Ellen. Me neither. Then she marches right over to him and gives him a hard tickle. YEAH. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, TICKLE MONSTER? Bryan snatches the mic from Ellen to tell everyone that he got to kiss Rachel. What a 37 year old LOSER. There’s a lot of shirtless man meat grinding on old ladies. (We see you, Alex) followed by a preeetttyyyy lame version of Never Have I Ever. It becomes clear that Fred has made the watch list for next cut when he tells the camera that Rachel is deeply rooted in his soul and he can’t do anything without thinking about her.  As if that isn’t creepy enough he also asks Rachel if it’s an ok time to kiss her at the after date party. ALL THE CRINGES IN THE WORLD. It’s the most one-sided smooch on this earth and Fred starts rambling about how the minute his lips touched hers he envisioned her in a wedding dress. On the other end of the spectrum, Rachel tells us all it was like a little boy kissing her. Is there anything more insulting on this earth? Probably kicking Fred out while carrying a rose in her hand, but that’s neither here nor there. (It’s a tragedy he couldn’t take weirdo  pants Jonathan with him.) Alex gets the rose because he has good abs and sexual AF dance moves.

Meet Me at the Rodeo with Anthony

Everyone is stopping to take pictures and shout at Rachel and Anthony riding horses down Rodeo Drive cause like, they’re the most famous people in LA. Since this is a cowboy themed date (because cowboys go shopping on Rodeo Drive) Rachel points out that she’s from Dallas no less than 100 times. We get it, you’re a country girl. Although to be clear, true country girls aren’t wearing Ted Mosby red cowboy boots. But whatevzzz, who am I to judge? As to be expected when you feed a horse cupcakes then tromp it into ANYWHERE BUT A BARN, it’s going to shit all over the place. Hey, at least the bougie boutique with the glitter graphic tees for probably $100 a piece got a little free pub before the horses dumped out all over. Quick tip: if the only thing I have to talk about from this date is horse shit, IT PROBABLY WAS A PRETTY BORING DATE. Later on her and Anthony smooch and dance and stuff and he gets a rose probably. Who cares.

At the mansion, Eric gets drunk and wah-wah’s about how this whole thing is fake and he’s feeling insecure. Iggy tries to insert himself to shut him up and the boozy shouts start.

Sometimes in Relationships the Women have to Take Charge with Kenny, Bryce, Jack, Eric, Lee, Bryce, Adam & Dean

Rachel brings last season Bachelor rejects 1-4 along for the group date to try and further convince us that these are her real life besties. She does so by saying “my girls” a lot. Raven has a bottle of fireball in between her legs, her back is on full display in a white bodysuit and she starts whispering in Bryce’s little elf ear on the party bus. This doesn’t seem like something I would want one of “mah girls” doing on my date. But that’s just me. The guys strip down for a little mud wrestling and this is when we truly get to see what low budget acting looks like.  A lady wearing a hot pink corset that can only being found in costume stores calls the rounds with her tits spilling out the top. Then, before each fight begins, the camera pans to a different extra in the crowd who will shout things like, “LET ME SEE YOUR JUNK, WOOOOOO!” or “LET ME SEE THAT BUTT” with an over the top wink and shrill shout. These “actresses” most likely got paid more than I make in a week to do this. Life is sad. Somehow Bryce wins over Kenny (an actual wrestler), I smell a rigged competition. Fun fact: everyone looks super disgusting caked in mud.

Rachel asks her BFFL’s which of the guys they like and they all ❤ Dean and h8 Eric. Corinne doesn’t even know where she is. Thanks for coming, girl. You deserve a nap.

Later on Kenny shows Rachel how he used to be a Chippendale by ripping his shirt off and grinding on her. Eric sits down with Rachel and she immediately narcs that Bryce and Lee were talking about him earlier on the date. Not to her. TO ONE OF HER GIRLS. Eric confronts Lee and Bryce and they both lie, obviously. Eric gets the rose. Lee says he’s happy for him in a way that really means he wishes Eric would die. (After he just told Eric how much he loves and respects him. Yeah, ok.)

At the cocktail party, everyone talks shit about Eric basically. And by everyone I mostly mean Iggy and Lee. This is the part of the show where there’s no actual story so they just have people who don’t like each other fight and tattle to the Bachelorette that so and so isn’t there for the right reasons. It’s pointless because everyone in the world knows that Iggy, Eric and that racist Lee will not end up with Rachel. Eric reassures Rachel that he’s real AF and then gathers the boys to scream at everyone to get his name out their mouths. Way to keep it cool. Calm as a cucumber. It’s to be continued obviouslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

PS not for nothing but Blake is a helluva Whaboomer. He should seriously consider that as a future career path if being an uptight dick doesn’t work out for him.