Oh, the humanity! And you made OFG use that rusty knife from her own preview. . . How cruel, how sadistic--and yet, I'm somehow all aquiver, wondering how you'll ever make this up to me. . .

Ah, well--off to the land of clean sheets, margaritas, lazy days lounging under the palms, and fawning monkeys with their red hineys. . . Itz! Whaddya say we strike out on a shopping trip, once I blow this stink off?! And Dalton--I expect a medicine bag chock-full of your best weed!

Too much to comment on with the usual rah-rah claptrap--but I especially loved the ultimate flaming of The Dude! Truly inspired. . .

And to future writers: If that damned dog wins, I'm contacting Monkeyboy's attorneys because of the way this whole mess was orchestrated--you should've known better than to promote this as REALITY TEEVEE!

GT

*who goes off to soak in a finely-scented jaccuzzi, pondering the bubbles (and unpredictable writers) as she gets deliciously sh¡t-faced. . . perhaps with the aid of GG's "stiff one."* (woo-HOO!)