Jimmy T - you're nobody important. You couldn't even show.
Brook - talk about boring and yawn inducing.
Jimmy J - I forget who you were
Erica - If we were a movie we'd be My Girl except you're the one that gets stung by bees and dies towards the end. Sorry but Jane don't die.
Fabio - I think its funny how you just cried yourself out of here like a poor sport after you got voted off. You had chances to change your game and you failed to take them. you are pathetic on all accounts and I think you're even worse than Jimmy T. you have no pride, dignity, or respect for anyone here.
John - I forgot who you were
Marty - I forgot who you were I think I hated you though because well you seem like a person to hate.
Wendy-Jo - I forgot who you were
Ted - I didn't know a Ted played this game
Chase - I forgot you played this too
Holly - LOL pwnt I called this the moment you stepped up and tried to be an HBIC. You played your hand too soon and kept people who were less trustworthy around over somebody who would have been loyal to you. You had this coming.
Jill - I thought you were a butch dyke lesbian and I wished i would have spoke to you about licking out your vagina because it might have kept me.
Jolanda - you were black.
Russell - You were the ONE person I knew 100% sure would lose. I knew it the moment I met you. Do not take this as a sign that I didn't think you would get far but I knew that you would fail at this game the moment you were confrontational.
Dan - I don't remember you so I'm surprised you made it this far. I don't think we were on tribes together.
Tyronne - I don't think you made much of an impact on this game.
Ken - I think you'll lose because you didn't play a game worth playing. What I mean by this is you tried to be too UTR and non offensive and instead you became a who/what/when did he do
Jake - I don't think you'll win either I think Yve played a better game
Yve - I called your win the moment I went to L.L. and was voted out. I saw something in you that i knew was strong. I wanted you out for this reason