J upped his star quality by revealing he won't have mansex or eat spunk, but he will have consensual carnal relations with a wombat if he has to. Did you see
Katie's dobbin-face light up when she realised her luck could be in?
Snake Rock and Croc Creek had to brave the sushi train of pain to win a
feast. As fantastic as it would have been to see Katie nosh down on
various bush genitalia, the Great British public obviously realised
this wasn't much of a trial for the rabid maneater and voted Janice to
do it. She was up against John the chef.
Janice has a big gob, but sadly she doesn't like to fill it. As the
choo choo went round with its carriages of hell, Janice gagged and
screamed. She passed on locusts, cockroaches and fish eyes. John had
probably served his customers worse and chowed down. When a crocodile
cock chuffed up the rails, Janice screamed, "My name IS Janice
Dickenson, but I will NOT eat croc dick!" Surely she's had those
over-inflated lilo lips around much worse in her time? Our Jan
swallowed some fish guts and John managed to chew croc cock. Both
nearly passed out when Ant served up Dec's cock for the final platter,
but John digested the witchetygrub. John was declared chief crap eater.
Camp Croc rejoiced but at Snake Rock, ratchet-faced grotbag Lynn told
Janice she would have devoured anything put in front of her. No shit,
Sherlock. If only someone had enough of an appetite to devour her and
rid us of her constant fuckwittery. Where is Emu when you need him?
Maybe sweaty human yeti Marc could grow a beak and some blue feathers
and peck her to death?
As they were told the camps were merging, Lynn said she wouldn't be
taking any shit. A narrow escape for Camp Crockers – imagine the horror
of being faced with Lynn and her turds? It might even match the horror
of watching Marc eat. As the trial-winning feast arrived in the form of
a hog roast, Marc was in food orgasm. With great dollops of greasy pig
fat dripping off his chin, he panted, "I want to thank all the pigs in
the world." Marc, Lynn has more meat on her. Go for it.
As the two camps merged, Rodney got his first taste of Lynn cuckooery
when she said she hoped that they could show the UK that men and women
could live in harmony and as equals. Rodders looked disturbed. If only
someone had started singing "There's somebody at the door" while Run
DMC rushed in for a 'Walk this Way' rap-up with Janice doing air guitar
and Emu pecking Lynn while spinning the decks in shell toes. Katie
doing the Grave Danger trial tomorrow will have to do instead.