Devoid of hair pulling, public drunkenness and granny lap dances, the finale to the weekly trashtacular was kind of a snoozer. The final verdict was delivered over a swimming pool, but no one was pushed in. (Tila, you're such a tease.) The producers did try to spice things up with a mini-chase sequence set to some cheesy Grey's Anatomy song. But it was all a little forced -- and by forced I mean super fake.