Gotta Punt on Last Week's Summary

Sorry, but going to have to keep it short and sweet on last week. Chantal's house so dominated my psyche, I don't think I can properly assess the rest of the dates. But here are a few parting shots.
Ashley's date:
No one's ever eaten eaten poutine sober, so it's just stupid to order it for a beer free lunch. I give this lunch an F.
And why can't anyone have a normal front door anymore? Every goddamn front door has some bad stained glass effect. Along with nails and luggage, front doors say a lot about what you're dealing with. Would some normal glass and wood be too much to ask?
Brad having never heard of the Acadian people means he has no clue about the kick ass song Acadian Driftwood by the Band and just proves how boring and lame he really is.
I mean come on dude. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=te7KW4K-00E
Maybe it's all going to come down to Brad choosing the best girl he can not talk about interesting stuff with.

Shawntel
If someone asked me to close my eyes and picture a mortician and/or pedophile I'd come up with something that looks exactly like Mr. Shawntel. Flat creepy.
I would have headed for the hills if I was Brad too.
But come on. You need to take a tour of the place, lie on the death table and pretty much hook up the drainage hose to your brain stem? We didn't tour Mr. Chantal's marble column factory, I don't know why we had to tour this. Unfair at every turn. She never had a chance. Got blood on your hands Harrison.

Emily
Didn't watch it. Couldn't bear it. So goddamn boring I just couldn't stomach it again. I know exactly what happened without even watching it. No conversation to speak of. Talk of Rikki and Ricky. Whether it's in a barn, on flag stone or on their own private island it's the same old crap. No thanks. I'll watch the Velveeta ad on ABC.com thank you very much. Much more natural and far more entertaining.