dear ron,
i hate you.
i loath you, in fact.
final 3 predict/hope:
filipe, mike, helen…
GO FILIPE!! i am so glad he’s in the final 5. i knew he would…
(i know i know, but i kind of like mike. sue me. realistically though, we know that ron will all creeptastically manipulate it so that he and is son get to the end. again, may i say, “go home, ron.” nobody likes you and everybody hates you… worms. eat worms.)
