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This week, on the wings of love.  Blaahhh cheese.

San Francisco is a guhreat city.  My friend, Cope-A-Lope resides in the city by the bay. As do Dr. Saign and Moira OC.  Hi kids!

Jake‘s wearing a belly-shirt-turtleneck.  I can see his tummy.

Ali, just let it go.  You have so much against Vienna.  Cut the drama. We’re all over it.  You’re making Vienna look a little shinier each time you cop a ‘tude.  Can it!

Jake-Turtlenecks do not suit you.

I’m done watching Jake and Tenley make out.  Oh God, the music’s starting up again.  I’ll never like “On The Wings Of Love” EVER. AGAIN.  Thanks for that, ABC.  Stop playing it!  Stop it!

Vienna’s looking to break up the makeout session between Gia and Jake.  I hope she gets lost as she trips through the tunnels in that damn Castello.

It’s comical listening to Vienna tripping over herself in the castle whining “Jake? Jake? Jake!”

“I want my boyfriend, let’s go.” Whoa whoa whoa, Vienna.  Cart before the horse.  Dump that bitch! Dump that bitch who will smother you silly.

“I assure you, I had dirty thoughts.”  You’re so weird, Pilot Bachelor Jake.

“I think Vienna needed to go back upstairs.’  REJECTED!

This is brutal.  The chick who didn’t kiss Jake yet is not in the running for the final rose.   He wanted no part.  Gahhhd, someone do something.  “I’m about ready for dinner.”  Welp.  That settles that.  Corrie.  That’s her name.  Lose the hoops.

I just saw the sign for the Huntington Hotel while Jake was playing ga-ga eyes with Vienna!  Listen, if you’re ever in SF, stay at the Huntington.  It’s on the top of a hill (Nob, I believe? Cope, please advise), the views are ridiculous and the pool is delightful.

Corrie with the big earrings must go home.  Back to Kissimmee you go.