Of course, this is not really how events transpired or came about, but LONG STORY SHORT, I'm going to Florida. Then I'm going to Phoenix. I'm leaving Saturday and I'll be back later, later, later. Hopefully with a tan of some sort. And I'm not talking about that sorry ass fake tan that Paris and Nicole sprayed on those two farm boys, Zephyr and Skye. Pot Brownies, anyone? You know what pisses me off about those two socialites? First of all, Nicole shouldn't even BE famous. She's Lionel's daughter. Ummm...do you sing, sweetheart? That's what I thought. What do you DO besides spend your Daddy's money and spout quickly tiring observations like "That's hot"? And Paris? Okay, she models, but girls, there's is more to life than turning this way or that and pouting. *Click* *Click*. What pisses me of most about those girls is that they don't have one ounce of respect for anyone. All they do is stir up trouble. Selling boiled crawfish because they are too damn lazy to bait the traps? Please. And there are no consequences for their actions! They shoulda put them right back in that boat with that little boy and made them go to ALL the traps. AGAIN. They should've had to return the money. I think, instead of taking their credit cards and shit, they should take their make-up, clothes, and accessories. Because really, Nicole and Paris without all that GucciMACDolceandGabanawhatever they clothe their bodies with (however scantily) and slap on their faces each and every time before they get air time is what makes them *ahem* attractive. Personalities? Not happening. Hair Styles? Hunh unh. Brains? Need I ask? I say stand those two little girls on the corner sans make up, sans money, and sans the fake hair, and you'd have a good show. I would sure watch it.