Wonderful job, Spegs m'dear! You had me captured with the introduction, and by the time I had finished the mass wit and hilarity, I was your veritable reading slave! Fantastic writing as always. You'd think that you did this for a living or something!
A few fabulous quotes:
Originally Posted by spegsNovember 2, 2004: a historic date. The entire nation was breathless, all eyes riveted on the television. Hope was high. Life was beautiful. And then, as the night wore on, all our dreams for a better tomorrow came crashing brutally to the earth.
They kicked Paulo off Manhunt? Has the world gone mad? Apocalypse now, please!!
Did anyone else notice that “Tray” is just a small letter shuffle away from “Tyra”? Merely a coincidence? *one eyebrow raised in Spock-like fashion*
Kev P. (embedded model-slash-jerk, for those lacking in short term memory)
Maurice says, “They fooled me. They’re good actors.” Now, that’s not exactly a 1 + 1 = 2 kind of statement there, is it, Maury?
“You can’t exude sexiness with [bleep]ing spandex.” – Kev O.
Kev obviously hasn’t seen me in spandex.
It’s eating disorder time. Circle up everybody. I’ll get the finger puppets.
All alone in a big mirrored room, Hunter is jazzercising. The music shifts to something quite perky and poofy. If the color pink was a tune, this would be that tune. Hunter does a move identical to “the Freddy.” Through the glass wall, we see Maurice watching with a “what in the h…” expression. What’s the problem, Maury? Never seen jazz hands before? <---- Jazz hands!
Tray mail is collected. All the boys are half asleep, many of them wrapped in big, fuzzy, polka-dotted blankies. Aww. The message is short, too the point and unrhymed. Today is the shoot. (Looks like the “luxury/feet” fiasco bought the Suvivor poet a pink slip.)
Kev O. poses with his mountain bike held aloft over his shoulders, and the photographer is all Nicole Ritchie now (“That’s hot, that’s hot, squawk, polly wants a cracker”)
Matt gets no shirt in the picture, and that’s another poor wardrobe choice. Dough boy doesn’t have a chance. *pokes belly* Tee hee!
Ah hah![/Inspector Clueso]
Slurp, slurp, slurp – sound of Kev. O’s thumb sucking
Paulo feels better going in to this elimination ceremony than any of the others. With a loud crash of cymbals and The Donald’s trumpet fanfare, foreshadowing arrives on the scene.
Courtney chimes in again to say that Rob is too feminine and pretty for Stuff magazines. Who knew Stuff had standards?
It’s mole time. And it’s dirty. Dirty like a politician. Like a democrat (<-- I kid!).