>GT: It is just too
>fucking early for this kind
>of sh¡t. . . I
>say we fire up Goldie
>before we even think about
>breakfast.
>
Ah, so that's the trick, hehehehehe!

>Damn, ever since she got that
>Playboy centerfold, no one even
>cares about my hopes for
>a Victoria’s Secret shoot! I’m
>NEVER going to get sex
>here, I just know they’re
>editing me wrong!And I’m not
>so sure you’re wrong about
>her. . . have you
>noticed she’s starting to develop
>some suspiciously batty canines?
>
Marcia Marcia Marcia!

>Survivorerist: I’m all for that, sleeeve!
>I tell you, I feel
>so close to each and
>every one of you right
>now, you just can’t imagine
>the stress I’m feeling at
>the prospect of having to
>vote against any of you
>tonight! (screws up his face
>in obvious torment--then turns from
>the group and rolls his
>eyes)
>
Perfect! A lot of great stuff in this one but that moment was just Perfect!

>Surv and OFG have located AyaP’s
>cooler stash, and are greedily
>picking out the best
>popsicles to enjoy in the
>late afternoon heat. GT joins
>in--and the ladies remove their
>shirts and bask on that
>rock, driving RudyRules and sleeeve
>into apoplexy with their popsicle
>antics.
>
And then it got even Better!

>shakes: Surv, you twit--you have no
>business with those, you don’t
>know how to use their
>power! They were in possession
>of my brother, bakes--and
>now they’re back where they
>belong, with ME! (Surv quivers
>in a heap)
>
shakes and bakes! I hit the floor on that one!