Big Brother Live Feed Thread - Sun., Sept. 7th *Spoilers!*

Saturday Highlights from Big Brother Network

Saturdays in the Big Brother house are usually tense with anxious HGs awaiting the game impacting Power of Veto. This week wasn’t so tense as HGs slept the day away as the guys felt assured they could stomp out their female competitor.
Later the next Team America mission went in to effect as Derrick and Frankie worked to keep HGs awake until 6AM looking for a mouse. Considering they slept all day and said they’d stay up until sunrise anyway this was a bit silly.
Find out what else happened on the Big Brother Feeds in the house yesterday.
Big Brother 16 Live Feed Highlights – Saturday, September 6, 2014:

9:45 AM BBT – HGs got their wake-up call, but most are staying in bed.
10:20 AM BBT – Caleb has transformed in to a dancing machine listening to music in the HoH room.
11:00 AM BBT – HGs discussing Big Brother Canada. Frankie, the BB SuperFan, wonders if they film BBCAN in the summer. He’s also concerned about the HGs’ ability to tan if the backyard is covered.
11:20 AM BBT – HGs going down memory lane about the season’s evicted HGs. Who they liked and who they didn’t.
2:30 PM BBT – Everyone is back to bed.
4:45 PM BBT – Derrick reminds everyone that since they slept all day, they should stay up all night. This is a lead up to his Team America mission.
5:05 PM BBT – Caleb tells Derrick that Victoria was trying to listen in on their conversations in the HoH room by pausing her music but continuing to dance. They knew she had paused it because they could hear the music had stopped.
5:20 PM BBT – HGs think they now have a termite infestation.
5:35 PM BBT – HGs cheering that the mysterious countdown timer has reached 4 days, 0 hours.
6:10 PM BBT – HGs heard a dog bark along with another “Holla!” This could be a tease of the Feedsters vote for giving the HGs a pet for a day.
6:40 PM BBT – Feeds cut for Fish and the Veto comp is underway.
9:05 PM BBT – Feeds are back but the competition isn’t over so HGs are trapped in separate rooms while the rest of them finish up.
9:45 PM BBT – PoV comp is over. Frankie won the Veto.
10:05 PM BBT – Frankie says he’ll cry if pushing the button has wiped out both his HoH and Veto wins this week. (Oops.)
10:10 PM BBT – Frankie tells Derrick that he will not use the Veto and that will prove his loyalty to the guys.
10:20 PM BBT – Frankie talking to himself and says he knows he is a big target with so many wins and they’ll come for him next week if he doesn’t win that Veto.
11:50 PM BBT – HGs going through ideas of what the Rewind button will do when the counter hits zero.
1:45 AM BBT – Backyard is open again.
1:50 AM BBT – Frankie wants to give Victoria the Britney’d speech at the Veto Ceremony, but the guys remind him they don’t know what will happen with the “button.”
2:50 AM BBT – Derrick and Frankie discuss starting the TA “mouse” mission at 3AM. They just have to keep people awake until 6AM.
3:22 AM BBT – “A mouse!” The mission has begun in the kitchen. Frankie says he saw it run by.
3:35 AM BBT – Everyone still running around looking for it. Caleb says it was huge. Cody is standing on a chair because he is afraid of rats.
4:45 AM BBT – Victoria almost fell asleep, but Derrick got her back awake.
4:50 AM BBT – Victoria warns Derrick that Caleb had previously said he’d take Cody to F2.
5:10 AM BBT – Derrick says he’s a mall cop in real life. He’s joking about being on the mouse hunt.
6:00 AM BBT – Team America has achieved its goal to keep everyone up until 6AM looking for a mouse. Derrick, Caleb, and Victoria all go in to the DR together.
The Houseguests continue to speculate about the button they all pushed together but none of them know for sure this whole week was for nothing.
Now with Frankie promising not to use the Veto there won’t even be drama about showing his hand toward who he’d consider taking farther in the game. Ah well.

Wow...this is really boring...I'm so sick of Frankie.

My sister in SC also currently doesn't have CBS. She doesn't watch BB but is freaking about missing Survivor.

This season was so disappointing-especially after watching that clip of Dan. He's my all-time favorite house guest, along with Jeff and Jordan.

What did he do to win HOH??

I thought that was the veto comp during live show?

I'd love to see Donny win AF, but I have a feeling the audience will be warned not to boo Frankie. I can't really remember too many evicted house guests being booed.  I was actually surprised that the audience was so vocal when Christine was evicted.

I'm pretty sure you're right, but I'm just dreaming that something will happen that will ensure that the whole summer hasn't been a waste!

This is long, however it shows what kind of person Frankie is. This was on Joker's. Someone found it on some blog of Frankie's about his trip to Africa.

It's long, but worth the read because it really does show him for what he really is... a NARCISSIST piece of crap with no respect for ANYONE


Well, WE MADE IT and IT IS BEAUTIFUL!

After a frantic night of packing I managed to fit my entire life in to a matching 3-piece Tumi set consisting of a 22’’ duffle, a 4-suit garment bag and a huge padded backpack. I was pretty impressed and Courtney was extremely impressed, cause she knows I like to have all of my clothing options. But I figured, if I was going to be roughing it in Africa, I could choose between the Dolce & Gabanna or the Versace skinny jeans that looked similar, though lord knows not identical. Please.

And so we are off to the airport…

The first plane sucked my ass (badly), but the second was Sasha Fierce! JFK airport itself, however, was a complete and utter disaster! I was like how did they manage to find all of the most incompetent people in the world, move them all to NYC, employ them all at JFK, and assign them all to work for Delta? Kudos whoever figured that one out. We got to the Delta international check in, and there is a long line to go…absolutely nowhere. There is nothing at the end of this line that everyone is standing in. Now even though I have several hours before my plane departs, Disney World has thought me how to circumnavigate unnecessary lines. So I did. I pushed my way past all the people to the front of the line with no purpose. One guy did say, “Hey you just cut in front of everyone in the line!” To Which I responded, “Yeah I did, to ask why we are all in it. Did that thought occur to you?” “Um, well, no.” “Ok, well I’m gonna ask if this is where we are supposed to be and if we are, you can go in front of me, how’s that?” God I hate people encounter number one.

Meanwhile, Courtney has bypassed the line completely and has begun attempting to check-herself in to the kiosk. Now I don’t know how many of you have tried to check-in via Kiosk, but it is ***** pointless. You wait around for hours punching a touch-screen computer that asks you a series of 5-10 minute long questions, stringing you along, making you feel so accomplished and so near your goal, only to literally, and without warning, shut-down completely and post “See agent…” in the left corner of a blank screen. Now I have invested what feels like 10 years of my life into this elaborate check-in process with planes whooshing by the screen and happy little bags to press to say how many you have and pretty flying red Delta triangles, but when the ***** machine doesn’t work… “See agent…” Really? No we apologize to have wasted your life but could you please help expedite the check-in process by seeing an agent? Really? God I hate computers incident one.

So we get in-line to “see agent…” who better be Beyonce at this point cause I am getting pissed, and we are in line for about 15 minutes when Courtney hears a man at the front say something like this: “If you are going to Dakar…wrong line…other side…go immediately.” Now our flight is to Dakar because we have to transfer there to get to Jo’burg, so at hearing this a blood vessel popped in my neck. I literally scream from across the room at this man, “Wait sir, can you say that again.” I was ignored, and believe me everyone heard me. “Sir, what about Dakar? I am traveling there!” The agent and I made eye contact and he turned away. That was it, say goodbye to the step touching chorus boy named Frankie, Tranny Ferotia was in full force. “I will ***** kill you!!!” I scream as I carry my 80 pound Tumi matching carry-ons over, under, around, and thru the mass of those seatbelt snap back line formers, knocking children, luggage, and Israel-ies (sp?) out of my way. Oh yeah, lots of Jews on their way home. I was like don’t go, I don’t watch the news, but it was on in a cab and it looks bad, don’t go!

So I approach this huge black man in an even bigger bright red blazer—he looked like what would happen if the guy from the Green Mile was in Jersey Boys—and I proceeded to make known to him my dilemma. He was so confused, and then this bitch Yvonne came over and was like, well they were in the wrong line and there is plenty of time until their plane takes off, they can just walk across the street to the other identical Delta terminal and get checked in there (because apparently the one I was at does not check in flights to Dakar). I politely (not politely) offred the solution that just because my plane wasn’t leaving in 25 minutes, does not mean I should wait in line again as it was due to their incompeteance, negligence, and fatness, that I was ever in the wrong place anyway. Finally they agreed and I headed across the street armed with the knowledge that Yvonne said I could cut the line over there. Looking back on that moment, perhaps if I had patiently waited in the first line (remember, the one to nowhere) I may have been told that Dakar check-in was across the street, but this is only day 1 of my life-changing vacation, lets not get to introspective quite just yet.


So I storm across the street, again knocking over Jews and Firetrucks, unitil I see the line that I assume I am supposed to be in and I walk directly to the front, Courtney in tow. I am so pissed casue I have been at the airport for over an hour and I should be in the Lounge having tea right now. So I walk up to the person next in line, lovely mousy girl thing, and I say, “Hi, I am so sorry but I was waiting in like forever across the street and it ended up being the wrong line and so Yvonne told me that I should come over here and go to the front of the line, is that ok?” She replied, “Yeah, at least you are going to make your flight, I was here for 4 hours yesterday in the wrong line and when I finally made it to the counter they told me the flight was closed and to come back tomorrow.” Part of me felt bad… but the dominate part of me understood that that is why she’s a stupid bitch and why I am getting on my plane and she isn’t and I got in front of her.

The rest of my airport experiece had such highlights as me saying to a fat black Chilies Togo worker: “Really? How do you say ‘***** You’ in American?” And me saying to an adorable little old Asian lady who politely told me that I could not eat in here: “Oh, do you want to come over here and say that to my face?”

But overall it was a really “smooth” and “uneventful” trip filled with love and good will. Especially when I was transferring planes in Dakar and I hear a beautiful tenor softly singing, “We’re soaring, flying, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach…” I was like, High School Musical, and I quickly chessed (ballet vocab) across the bus to see what I would find. And what I did find was a gorgeous 18-year Chelsea boy who happened to be on his way home to Jo’burg
Thanks for reading, more to come soon.

JK, his name was Ron (pronounced Rhou-on with the rolling R) and was Afrikaans. I was like, “So you like High School musical? (blink, blink, blink)” He said of course, and we launched into a discussion about how I was singing it at a concert in Jo’burg at the Montecasino on the 19th with other Broadway folk and that he should come. To which he responded, “Broadway in South Africa? (there was no mention of BSA prior to this) Yeah, I’ve heard of you guys, they have been advertising a lot down here, sure I’ll come.” At which point Courtney and I both shat ourselves and fell over.

Well that’s day one, got to the gorgeous hotel, nothing much to report there, can’t figure out when to sleep and when to be up, but I am sure that will all sort itself out eventually, though it is 3:44am and Courtney and I just ordered b’fast cause our stomachs hurt. Oh, foreign travels.

Love you all so much and can’t wait till you all see me tanned, rested, and snatched! I mean, can’t wait to see your pale, tired, New York faces again in 3 weeks!

He is just vile.

Some how I think Andy and Frankie would really hit it off and be the best of buds ugh please oh please let the reign of Frankie end this week!!!

OMG Jordon's puppy looks just like my Jaxson!!!