There is a lot of things to hate about Amazing Racers BJ and Tyler: their self-proclaimed “hippieness,” the overly affected “free spirited” antics, the constant mugging for the camera, the general wuh-huh-huh-WHAACKINESS. And yet, I don’t hate them as much as I should. They’re enthusiastic and good natured about their tasks, they’re polite to the locals, and are just having fun with their race. Underneath the exteriors, they’re probably both okay guys.
Team Jock (which, by the way, refers to their athletic interests and not any percieved Scottishness), on the other hand, can bite me. You can talk about getting laid, spanking girls, getting laid, getting laid, and getting laid all you want. Team Tee-Hee does not want to have sex with you. They want to win a million dollars. We get it. You’re hetero. You like hot girls and yet you still haven’t noticed Desire is the best looking one there. Why? Because she’s not blonde? How … original. And don’t threaten Phil. Ever.
Speaking of Phil, I gotta hand it to the guy. He barely hides his disappointment and disgust with certain teams. If he thinks you’re tools, you get the bad eyebrow pop. If he likes you, you get happy eyebrow pop.
Team Nerd are still my favourites and wisely choose science-based tasks (they had to make ethanol last night). They’re a little overly cuddly but it comes off as genuine.
Team Asshole Who Yells At His Wife is tired of Spanish. Spanish is, I’m sure, very tired of him, too. Except that they speak Portugese in Brazil. Asshole. Actually, not an asshole. Just a tool.
Team Screech ended their race last night. My eardrums are not sad to see them go.