In what way? By sending her to the jury to join her BF? If so, that wouldn't be a bad thing for her. As long as Ozzy also goes to the jury. But that's unlikely to happen.

I had such high hopes for you....*sniff sniff* no that's just some palm leaves in my eyes

LAST EDITED ON 11-17-11 AT 04:12 PM (EST)

Gracias a todos, I am pleased to be receiving this Raunchy award for the Raunchy Girl School, located here in the Grandes Tatas Mountains. It would seem to some that awarding this to myself could be seen as a bit cheap, kinda superficial, and even to be a really egotistical ploy. But it is in fact a lesson in life to my girls to take what you think you deserve, and screw the pigs. I'm not sure they understood it, but the "Screw the Pigs" part always gets a round of applause.

So, we pretend that this award is real, OK? For the girls sake. Play along.

We thought we would not have a chance because of the unfortunate and completely unavoidable confrontations with the authorities as of late. We do not think it's right that we should be discriminated against because of the avocation of our very talented and dedicated, not to mention completely unrestrained and so very raunchy, girls. They nasty and naughty, slippery and slovenly, crusty and cute, but when it comes to Raunchy, there is no one more talented. Raunchitas forever!

So much for my bragging, I know you get tired of hearing about the sexploits of my girls, but I am so proud of them that I can't help but brag. They are just the perkiest little panoches anywhere, and to be selected for admission to this esteemed academy of learning is the highest calling one can imagine.

But there is more. There are the inside spoilers brought to me tied to a flaming arrow shot into the air from who knows where, and by who knows who. All I know is that it wasn't shot by the hand of a *Hantz. Whoever did shoot it left fecal fingerprints, however, so one can understand the confusion.

Here we are. There we go. Upsy Daisy.

Spoiler #1: The EPMB and the network suits finally decided to do something about the walking hashmark that is Brandon. They had received quite a lot of petitions from the pygmies and, well, also from most of civilization. So in order to stop the Crap Street protests, they called in the Toilet Paper bears as consultants. However the TPBs declared Brandon a disaster area and beyond reclamation, and holding their noses, they just ran away. The baby bear still had bits of paper flapping in his crack, it was just so cute.

The EPMB is facing an environmental disaster on the scale of the Kingfish crap flood of 2011. May God have mercy on his soul, because Clorox probably won't do the job.

Spoiler #2: John "Judas" Cochran has still not revealed how he plans to spend the 30 pieces of silver he said he "found".

Spoiler #3: Next week Coach will have a family meeting. His topic will be how he, their non-leader will guide them to success with his Taco-Chicko coaching. If they are coach-able, that is. If not, they will be put to death. His warm family meetings never fail to bring the tribe together, and after the meeting Rick Nelson will launch into "Hello Mary Lou", followed by his ever favorite, "Born to be Wild". Of course, being the low down dirty snake in the grass that he is, the EPMB will promptly steal that for his weekly BTS column. Not that we judge, or anything.

Spoiler #4: Not really a spoiler, because this should surprise no one, but all this time Brandon thought Dawn was named Don. While that's not exactly a soul stirring example of Texas public education, it does seem like yet one more clue into the puzzle that is Brandon's sexual confusion.

Brandon is an anti-Darwinian example of a species trying to unadapt itself.

(* Disclaimer. Mucho and mucho disclaimero)

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