Jungle Camp, Day 8: Mouth closed, butt cheeks up!

Tommy, is it even nastier?

Again the loafing sucks in detail in his role as Dirty Old Man (DOM) of the camp: he showered at the same time with Doreen and confuses this with "together", complains about the fact that Peter unsuspiciously disturbs this splashing scene - and then feels still busy, To give Doreen an unbidden bosom feedback: "I wanted to say: Hats off, you do not need a bra. Your body: the finest! Yes, baby!" Bah! The fact that Doreen mute his sweaty versions and can even eat while qualifying, qualifies them as a stalwart aspirant for all still coming disgust-Verzehrprüfungen.

When does the new season of "Germany's next Toppel" start?

RTL donated the now almost miraculous coached Gisele to their record-breaking eighth jungle exam an internationally known top motivator: Thorsten Legat personally blows them with a hearty bellowed Kasallamarsch in the form. "Gisele, what's up?" He asks the dandy girl. "Bit anxious, no," she creaks in response, and then Legat raises to a big, blood-sweat-and-tears speech with small, erratic tribesmen: "Look at me, I got mine when I was here Fears too ... Know how it is, when you go in, you're there with your loved ones ... Give yourself a jerk, go in there, open your ass cheeks, have all your trust, your love, your will, your passion, yours That's nothing else, Gisele, just like Germany's next Toppel! "

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Uh - Toppel? Did the RTL intimus just accidentally yell out plans for a new casting format? The only question is whether he means with this conspiratorial shortening "Germany's next top doubles", a combined tennis dating format that Boris Becker a new love is to perform. Or if it is about "Germany's next top Hoppel", a show with cute bunnies, which finally gives the neglected sport Kaninhop the deserved attention? Is "Germany's next top moppel" just another hypocritical plus-size casting? Is "Germany's next Top-Koppel" looking for the most ambitious horse breeder in terms of rival race track? Or will the legions of hipster beards with "Germany's next top stubble" finally get their own program (with challenges such as the smear-free consumption of an avocado toast)?

While brooding over this question, Gizele bizarrely gets seven stars in an (admittedly rather simple) castle opening exam. "Jump on me, jump on me!", She instructs then a completely euphoric legacy (a clear indication that it is probably after all the rabbit-hopping format!). "Do you know how proud I am?", He asks the usual jungle chicanes silt-and-feather-bonded permanent tested. "I'm proud too!" Replies Gisele. "I do not give a damn!", Legat rejoices and leaves, with his molasses-feather chin-beard strikingly reminiscent of Thomas D.

Can Yotta recover?

Every day a pearl for the chain of Düpierungen: After its zero-star bankruptcy Yotta now kinky with watching how competing coach Legat Lethargo Girl Gisele lashes to a considerable star yield - and even with more confused briquettes like "You are your character, I'm always deep in your heart, Kasalla haunts you! " Visibly cracked, Yotta still tries to record at least a small portion of Gisele's success as a long-term success of his morning group gymnastics ("I would not like to wear laurels, but...") - but the transformation to Coachpotato has long since been completed.

What is Peter intoxicated with?

The brains of the indestructible, good-humored hitman now turn comical pirouettes: Peter compares Evelyn with Alexander the Great, because finally both are courageous Knotenzerschnippler - Evelyn had severed a string with which the dinnerware was tied together. The thus crowned thanked unsuspecting, but prophylactically times flattered, in turn, with a compliment to Peter: "There is heat next to you." This touches the Schmunzelmann, who tells in the jungle camp: "Outside, I am sometimes perceived as an alpha animal." In view of its possible softness, this raises another urgent question: by whom? From his fawning?

Will we be missing out on the chosen Domenico?

Nope. Well, maybe a bit, where you've just finally come on it, which natural phenomenon reminds you of its exuberant hairstyle now exactly: To a wig-goat namely, a roe buck, therefore, because of testosterone disorders can not train a decent antlers - the bastard His head proliferates uncontrollably until it is reminiscent of a tower hairstyle. Just in time for his expulsion yesterday, the Toupet suspicion was freshly undulating: "No comment," said the questioned Evelyn in the jungle phone with coquettish grin. "I have Italian hair, full hair!" Insisted the wig. Now that he's gone, you can finally concentrate completely on the second hair mystery: the hairstyle of Felix. And, comparatively, look for pictures of piglet tails and bent balloon balloons.