Three cheers for the Survivor producers. They know a dud when they see one, and tag Survivor Fiji, you're it! So it's no surprise, or more like just one more piece of evidence that there is a God, when damn near at the beginning of the show, Jeff breathed out that now infamous game changing phrase, "Drop you buffs." Then the commercial came. "The tribes of Moto and Ravu as you knew them are no more," he picked up after the break. Ha-lle-lujah! Ha-lle-lujah! Of course I'm singing the soulful version of Handel's Messiah redone by the master of R&B himself, Quincy Jones, back in the 90's, but I digress. When it was all said and done, Anthony went out in true bitch fashion. No seriously, I checked under his shorts when he was taking his walk of shame. I saw panties; they said Thursday. Poor thing how could he have known that his swan song would air on Wednesday instead. Also in this episode, two new personalities began to emerge. Not that we haven't already noticed them, but last night I got a new flavor to savor from these boys. I'm talking about Earl and Alex. And might I just add that Earl in the freaking man! Bet you anything he's going to win. I just bet you. Anyway, let's do this!