Flavor of Chicken - January 22

Morning... Flav has a special surprise for the remaining eight ladies... Someone very dear to Flav...

His mama... Anna Drayton. A right and proper Christian mother.

Meanwhile, Hottie looks like commander-in-chief of the ho army. Together, they're going to church.

Half hour to get ready, and she's going without you.

This proves to be more than a challenge for anyone.  Especially Hottie, who changes into the angel that she's pretending to be... with a red cape, looking like, according to New York, "the devil himself."

Never mind that, though. You need some Jesus in you. The service itself... your typical AME church holy ghost wingding. The choir was "slam-min'", everyone was having a good time.

After the requisite hand slaps, the crowd goes to the Scarlet Tea Room, where Anna gets to know the girls better. "The mother always wants the best for his son, someone loyal and true. All I can say is God bless you, and may the best (giggle) man win!".

Goldie thinks she has a lot to offer. Hoopz was scared (^_^)less. Tika (aka Sweetie) was too busy talking to Anna that she didn't even notice that her biscuit was still on the table. Fact: "I used to be signed to Capital Records." Hottie has an Ivy League college degree, while she manages property. How much of THAT is true? Meanwhile, New York butts in to get her mom time. Hottie says that New York saying that she's in love with Flav "proves that she needs to be certified."

Meanwhile, Flav sees if he can rub up on Hottie tonight (stern look from mom).. "I mean rub her elbows!" Yeah.

"My mom... She don't play."

So it's time to see who's got some game. Let's see... 7p. Eight girls. One hour each. Strawberries and champagne, and two big buckets of chicken... It's enough to wear mortal men out... Not Flavor Flav.

7p: Hoopz. "She knows how to work her (^_^), but I don't know what she's feeling with her boy Flav. I'm going to put my finger on it. I'm going to try to put my finger on it. Hopefully she'll let me put my finger on it."

8p: Goldie. "Kind of curious about her. I just want to see what's going on with the country bumpkin."

9p: Pumkin. Nothing to see here.

10p: Hottie. "She got the big knockers, G."

11p: New York. "Chocolate eye candy."

12a: Red Oyster. They end up sleeping together... Or he ends up sleeping on her. Or something. "Flavor Flav is getting pretty tired."

1a: Sweetie. She rides him like a horse. "I don't think she has this real attraction for me." Mom says that she didn't seem real. Real recognizes real.

2a: Smiley... was sleepy. Flav is sleepy. They'll have their date tomorrow.

But first, a knock on the door of Suite Flavor. How is it? It's Hoopz... and Pumkin... instant sleepover. Meanwhile, it's New York crashing the party in a naughty two-piece. "He couldn't keep his hands off me."

Translation: "I waited until he was dead asleep and put my head on his open palm."

Quoting Outkast again... "Crazy bitch."

Meanwhile, Flav wakes up to "gorgeous sexy items", oblivious to the fact that he's got not two-, but a three-woman orgy happening. How he manages himself to talk himself out of doing the nasty is ANYONE's guess.

Pool time. Hottie gives out too much information... "34DD, all natural, 26, 36." DAMN!

Oyster: "The only 26 anything on Hottie is her neck!" (C-Note: Oyster is a 26, and she's got no butt on her)

Now to business: "Whoever makes the best fried chicken wins a date with me and my moms tonight." He needs a girl who can cook. He likes to eat. Meanwhile, after the date, one person has to get up... get out... go.

Meanwhile, it's time to play Iron Chef. Sweetie can't do this, as she's had a bad experience involving chicken.

And no, Hottie, we can't have it catered. Start frying! Hoopz has no problem. Same can't be said with everyone else. Hoopz is already done... Meanwhile, Hottie's chicken looks... weird. Carrots, chow mein, and jelly, in the microwave... Note to self: never eat at Hottie's place.

Now it's time to judge. Flav and Mom are your panels. Hottie thinks Flav will appreciate the effort put into the dish. Hottie is delusional.

1... Good.
2... Good.
3... Made with love.
4... Good.
5... Tough.
6... Good
7... "It ain't even done!"

Puke break!

8... Hottie's. Not even cooked. "That was... "

1 and 2 are in a taste off... It's 1! It's Hoopz! She wins a date with Flav... and mom. They head to "Steve's", a soul food restaurant. We learn that Hoopz is a real handy-woman... She works in home improvement. Hoopz and mom go well together, really...

Meanwhile, the ladies are left to ponder who should be gone next.

That question... will soon be answer. We know...

- Hottie "can't cook chicken for (^_^)!"

That's it, really... "Her, her, her, her, her, her, her, I'm going to keep. Her... SEEYA!"

Time to break out the clocks. Remember, one is going home.

Getting clocked tonight... Pumkin, Red Oyster, Hoopz, New York, Goldie, sleepy Smiley... and Hottie.

Meanwhile, for Sweetie, who believes that he's "not really feeling me like him", time is up. But Flav lets us know that Hottie came perilously close: "You can't put a chicken in the damn microwave and serve it to my moms!" "People are images, reflections of yourself, so maybe you're not feeling yourself." With that, she hugs, wishes a prayer, and walks out, calling Flav... "a (^_^)."

Tika says that Hottie's chicken and New York's "I'm in love with him" were all jokes left in the house. And with that, we close this chapter and look forward to the next... as we head to Dirty Vegas. Holla...