Reasons against the existence of God: Canker sores, erectile dysfunction commercials, flourescent lighting, internet fan fiction.

Reasons for the existence of God: Dogs with floppy ears, baby fingers, Ben and Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, Vincent's dismissal from Project Runway.

It's a close race.

Undoubtedly, squeals of joy were released in homes across the country as Vincent was given his walking papers for designing what was actually one of his less offensive creations this season.  Considering he's the man who brought us the disturbing basket hat, the hideous unwalkable paper dress and the Gremlin garment, what he actually made was not that bad.

But here's how it all went down:

We're in Paris.  Angela's gone, Jefferey's insufferably smug, Laura's belly has swelled incredibly in what appears to be a matter of hours and Uli is presumably off with a bottle of wine getting vasted. 

Catherine Malandrino is still hanging out, being French, and announces that this week's challenge is to create a couture garment in two days.  They've got 300 euros to spend ($375) at the new fabric store.

Sketch, sketch, sketch.  Vincent is the subject of a lot of ridicule, by both his fellow designers and by the editors.  He's portrayed so pointedly as an egomaniacal loon that there really doesn't seem to be any way he isn't.  (Read this EW interview with him to see the real depths of crazy.  And to see him hate on Tim Gunn!)  He spends a lot of time asking for compliments and giving advice based on his questionable credentials in couture.

On the walk to the runway, which it turns out is a big French boat, Michael and his model become the victim of egg-throwing ruffians.  They don't make a direct hit, but egg splatters all over his dress.  He takes it in stride, but starts asking for drinks like he's suddenly posessed by Lindsay Lohan. 

While on the boat, Vincent decides that now would be the appropriate time to dry hump Catherine.  He goes on and on about how gorgeous she is and she's obviously weirded out. 

So here were the dresses:

The Best

Uli and Jefferey.

The best dresses were made by Jefferey and Uli.  Jefferey's an asshole, but his choice of the loud yellow plaid was pretty inspired and bold for a challenge that asked for hoighty-touighty fashion.  Uli's dress was a pattern-less (phew!), but characteristically flowy and had a neat quadruple strap. Either one would have been a worthy winner, but it's hard not to root for the person who's not a jerk.

The Worst

Vincent and Laura. 

I feel like I'm in the minority of people who actually took to what Laura was doing.  I mean, its flaw is that it is not terribly original, but it definitely fits with her style and I think it looks nice.  Vincent's dress, as usual, has some grating flaws (what's with his model's boobs a-jigglin' all over the place?), but, again, is actually one of the least offensive things he's made thus far.

The designers fly back to NYC (coach?) and make their presentations to the judges (Richard Tyler is the guest.  And I'd have no idea who he was either if Google never existed.).

Jefferey wins and it's just as painful as it sounds.  Laura and Vincent are in the bottom two. 

For a while there, it was a nail-biter.  I had the same sinking feeling I had when Alison was eliminated thinking that Vincent was going to skate by when he has hardly made a decent frock this whole time.  But this time, Laura was at stake.  If they kept Vincent around one more time I'd have to fly to the Bravo offices and stomp through the front door in a gay rage and take Heidi Klum personally to task.

Luckily and surprisingly, Vincent is shown the door.  No one is really caught up with emotion.  He ends his interview by saying something gross about something "turning me on" or "getting me off."  It's gross, as it always is.

Oh, and he cashed in his 401k to be here.  In case you didn't hear.