No but seriously, guys. I feel like all you really need to know about this episode is this:
PUPPIES!
There were funking puppies. Fifteen of them. F*ck the helicopters and champagne… all you need for romance is puppies.
And Cam.
But mainly puppies.
(For realz, is there some place you can actually go to just chill with fifteen puppies?)
But then these things also happened, but they weren’t as good as the puppies:
Cam got a single date and his tongue dug itself out of the Friendzone…
No, really; it was hot AF.
We were all thinking it.
Matty J (who I am slowly starting to fall in love with) also got a single date, a chance to play croquet and a kiss.
Not as hot as Cam’s, but still. Pretty good.
Horizontal croquet anyone?
And then this…
I have no idea what is happening but I like it.
Apparently they played some sort of sport. Meanwhile, the olive oil business just boomed again.
Rhys “hurt his shoulder” trying to be manly, then wrote Georgia ANOTHER funking poem.
Mate.
But then Cam whipped out his fireman’s pole guitar and they all SANG HER A FUNKING SONG!
True story.
With all the singing and the puppies, everyone (i.e. me) forgot that there was still a Rose Ceremony.
Some poor guy named Ryan was denied a rose. Seemed for the best because no one knew who he was.
New phone. Who dis?
That’s all I remember.
Someone get me a puppy.
Never forget…
That's What She Said... 
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