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| Darcy wonders if any woman will ever want to call his oysters home. |
Cut
to each of the farmers cleaning their respective abodes, for many of these
houses it might be the first time a vacuum cleaner has graced their floors this
decade. Mr Darcy has his mum helping him, and she not-so-subtly remarks she is
looking forward to a grandchild. I hate to break the news that it might take a
bit more than a clean floor, this combined with the fact Mr Darcy used the word
‘acquiesce’ correctly in a sentence guarantees he won’t be winning a reality TV
show wife worthy of his mighty intellect.
In
WA, four bimbos get off a plane to meet Chopper, with one of the girls already
visualising being his wife. He shows them to their barracks and the life they
have to look forward to living in the middle of nowhere, with the only
interesting landmark anywhere in sight being Chopper’s teeth. It surely won’t
be long until they’re named the eighth wonder of the world. He takes Amelia on
a horse ride and puts an Akubra on her which means basically it’s a done deal. She
says living in Sydney is boring, so obviously the Pilbara is the place for her.
Over
on Lachie Leonidas’s patch of land, the girls are put to work straight away
drafting cattle. They are so desperate that after he asks them to chase some
heifers, one girl states she wants to be married to him with two kids.
Foreplay, eh? He watches a sunset with Belinda the naturopath who thinks he’s
pretty funny. His most impressive trait is that he can lift her onto and off of
the back of a ute. That might come in handy. They kiss and think they have a
connection.
Cowboy
Lance aka The Predator appears to have a bladder problem, which accounts for
him running giddily to the car and pouncing on his meat, I mean, women, with
gay abandon. One of his women hasn’t shown up for ‘personal reasons’. My
insider sources say she’s either dead or has been doing some Googling to find
out what Lance is really all about. The Predator makes his remaining girls do
some squats and lassoing, and continues to refer to himself in the third
person.
Back
in South Australia, we meet Mr Darcy’s dog Greg as the girls arrive. One of the girls brought a treat for Greg but
the real treat for Mr Darcy seems to be some creepy vag film work as the girls
get into some wetsuits in preparation for doing whatever it is an oyster farmer
does. They splash around a little bit and then one of the girls drops the
bombshell that she doesn’t like seafood. SEEYA.
On
Julz’s farm three girls watch him chop wood, getting all hot and bothered by
their private lumberjack show. Then, his favourite girl walks up the driveway
and The Lumberjack starts to get hot and bothered as he gives her the tour of
his house. His other women get jealous and it’s almost as though they don’t
realise they’ve signed up to compete for a man on national television. Lumberjack
takes his fave Megan on a date in the haystack where she tells him her lifelong
dream is to start a turkey farm. Gobble gobble… coincidentally that’s what
happened later in the haystack. The other girls are back at the house are
getting jealous, with a crazy blonde girl getting mad that a farmer stole her
idea of a date in a hay shed. Get real lady.
Adam
the dairy farmer is yet to be allocated a nickname, as he’s basically already
been edited out of the show. One of his girls can’t deal with walking through
mud so Adam takes them milking in the morning to be covered in cow shit as further
punishment. He goes on a picnic with someone and we are told that a blossoming
romance could be lost – to smallgoods. Obviously it isn’t, but it’s nice to
think chilli salami could play such an integral role in a story of happily ever
after. The show ends on a cliff-hanger, with Adam telling his girls to put
dinner on hold to go and help a calving cow. If there’s one thing I know for
certain, this could be the difference between a life of love, or a life alone.
CHOOSE WISELY ADAM. Next episode will also see each farmer ask one girl to
leave the farm, as asking more than one to leave wouldn’t make for very good
television… or perhaps it would. Either way, bitches be going home.
TO
BE CONTINUED

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