Bring Back Ripsi or I'll Stop Watching The Bad Girls Club on Oxygen Forever!!

What were the producers thinking when they let Ripsi go home? Ripsi, or the girl to whom I am referring is the ubiquitous lush from Massachusetts whose name rhymes with Pepsi (though her drink is tequila, or whatever alcohol is available). She's the spoiled daddy's girl who came in the house with more suitcases than the others had combined. In the short time that Ripsi graced our presence with her magnanimous personality she brought back memories of ol' Teddy at Chappaquiddick when he got more headlines for being a drunk than a politician. And perhaps a little Zsa Zsa Gabor with her fiery but classy demeanor, born of some good living and some wealth that you couldn't imagine. And to be sure, Ripsi could definitely use some lessons in being political.

But the one person who confirmed Ripsi's short stay in the house was none other than Kerry, a down-on-her-luck country-western washout from Nashville whose claim to fame is gracing more video shoots than Janice Dickinson. That's not a compliment and true to her persona it was Kerry who sealed the deal for Ripsi when she refused Ripsi's numerous apologies, only to say "it's either me or her," and continued complaining about her neck. Sure, the neck did have some nice raspberries but Kerry probably got more flak in A&R sessions and beauty pageants back home in rural whatever than she ever did from some drunk girl who blacked out and went berserk.

Whatever. In Kerry's introductory interview she proclaimed for all the world to hear that she was "manipulative" and that obviously showed during the "Rip-tervention," in which Ripsi and the other girls sat on the couch determined to come to a conclusion about the ordeal the night before.