That goddamn Wendy pepper and that RIDICULOUS feathered mess of an outfit managed to weasel their way into the final three.

Fuck you Wendy and your retarded Cruela DeVille hair.

Fuck that picture of your retarded child – the Hitler moustache that was doodled on it is probably an improvement and more than likely will grow on her face of it’s own accord considering she has your mutant Man-Woman genes.

And let’s just face it people, YOU KNOW she drew that shit on herself for some sympathy points immediately after her game started to get too ugly.

And speaking of UGLY, lets flash back to her dress (or lack of) from episode one. Gluing lifesavers to a model’s breasts does not I REPEAT DOES NOT equal design. That crazy bitch should have been eliminated right there and then. The “Jazz-Hands” guy could have lasted a few more rounds.

It’s just so unfair.

All because some B-List celebrity wannabe thought her implants might look hot packed into some RIDICULOUS orange boob top that my own tasteless mother wouldn’t be caught dead in, even if she was vacationing in Boca for chrissakes.

I AM FURIOUS I TELL YOU!

Oh, Austin Scarlett – what have they done to you?