Day 15 in the jungle camp.

The camp harmony is overshadowed by the events of the previous day.

Gigi Birofio, Papis Loveday and Lucas Cordalis in a foreign shame version of "Touched a thousand times, nothing happened a thousand times".

The zoff ceremony of the testosterone trio tugs on the nerves of uninvolved fellow campers, who involuntarily had to follow the macho muscle flexing from the VIP lounge.

And yes, when I say VIP lounge, I mean the ergonomically shaped design tree trunks, which invite you to sit and relax around the campfire.

Djamila Rowe, currently my favorite for the title of jungle queen, is suffering particularly.

After more than two weeks at the D-Celebrity sobering camp, Chiara Ohoven, the embassy slut, is sure her royal victory fee would be spent on visits to the psychologist.

Make-up tutorial queen Jolina Mennen, on the other hand, shows her courageous understanding of humor during the night watch with daddies: "The gay and the tranny are the ones who can make the fire best".

Luckily she doesn't use the N-word as well.

Then there would be another outrage fair among the professionally effervescent.

"I was acting super cool though."

Meanwhile, Lucas "split tongue" Cordalis placed his conclusion on the previous day with Claudia Effenberg: "It was embarrassing for dads.

But I behaved super cool. ”Claudia gets her papers shortly afterwards, but Lucas stays.

The suspicion is growing that the Katzenberger empire might have reinvested some of the hard-earned advertising millions in support calls via dubious call center providers.

There is hardly any other way of explaining the delta between the reception of Lucas' total work of art by the social media public and the voting results.

Greetings at this point to the executive floor of RTL, which apparently discovered this daily column yesterday.

It's nice that you're here - but when you get a chance, have the sender nodes evaluated in your voting systems.

In order not to have to rely exclusively on the technical availability of call computers, Lucas embarks on a prophylactic PR tour.

This also shows his recently increasingly diagnosed tendency to slightly disturbed self-perception.

After daddies around the campfire offer to forget the events of the previous day, the Greek backbone role model immediately marches into the jungle phone, only to announce to the nation what a good person he is.

He would even have forgiven dads.

And would have generously jumped over his shadow as a do-gooder of the decade.

One almost wishes the boredom of the first jungle week back when Lucas showed the range of motion of a commercial oil tanker in the Panama Canal.

Grand Slam of hypocrisy

After he then involved Dads in a conversation about his mother and the beauty of the African continent, you finally feel that Lucas Cordalis not only expects the title of jungle king after his stay in the jungle camp, but also at least the Nobel Peace Prize.

To complete the grand slam of hypocrisy, he then asks Gigi about his family for the first time.

Where I grew up, someone like Lucas isn't a fake fifty anymore, he's a complete fake cryptocurrency.

Gigi and papis, however, see through the game.

Even Djamila, who basically doesn't accuse anyone of anything bad, wonders if Lucas' sudden interest might not have "image reasons".

Either way, it's clear: every woman wants a man