Someone thinks that they own this school just because someone who shall remain unnamed (OK, you wormed it out of me, it was that infamously sleazy rat and cheater, Senor Pissario) had three of a kind when I held two pair.

But while that rat is sleeping (my girls all have passed Roofie Basic Skills 101, heh heh) I have a moment to assure the audience and my fanclub's members (members in the anatomical sense) that I, MissyPissy (Senorita Pissarita here in my new hideout) am well. I am keeping my head down because the US Marshalls haven't given up in their desire to serve those pesky subpoenas yet, and Senor Pissario is there to take the hit if shooting should commence. So that is why I let him win that hand.

Anyway, I am fine and me and my girls, the Raunchettes, are dreaming up mischief and mayhem like never before. In between siestas and cervezas and the occasional peyote party. Which takes up all of our time so truth be known, we are falling behind a little in the mayhem department. But we will catch up.

Mañana.

During my daily burro ride along the Rio Grande, I was hit in the head by a Frisbee tossed from across the river by my inside spoiler source, *not-Russell Hantz, and tied to it were some spoilers with new stuff that I hadn't seen before, and that I am going to share with you. Just you. No one else. So keep this under your hat.

Spoiler #1: Jim will surprise his tribemates with his culinary skills when he introduces his 'special' coconut brownies to camp. Although everyone likes them, all camp work stops, all talk of strategy stops, and no one can stop smiling. The camera crew begins to remark about how cool the lizards are, what great colors, and to wonder aloud why Crabs are so crawly aroundy... then they break down in laughter when they realize what they just said.

Spoiler #2: This week the castaways will be surprised, entertained, and awed when a super-megastar movie producer and comedian, Woody Allen, comes into camp. However he isn't there to entertain, he is there to complain about Cochran poaching on his persona, and threatening EPMB with a mega infringement lawsuit.

Spoiler #3: Semhar is practicing her 1-1/2 foot free throw skills with which she intends to wow the crowd next time, when Christine stumbles into camp.

And, of course being the BS "smoking word artist" that she is, was moved to smoke the following:

Christine is in camp
Christine is a tramp
I hate Christine because she is not me
I will speak the poem of death, Die Bitcheree.

Spoiler #4: Coach will promise that there will be an ass whipping at TC. What he will fail to remember (again) is that whenever there has been an ass whipping, it is been his ass that got whipped. But it gets whipped with integrity and honor, and that's all that counts, isn't it coach? You imbecile.

(*Disclaimer. Dammit, I call disclaimer!)

Tribal art. Great summary, RD. You obviously had a much more poetic morning that I had. Also, good job Suz. Heck, everyone is hot this morning. Good job all around. Impressive first effort, Caseymagoo.