The Forgotten Planet

Paradise Hotel: The Congress of the Cows

I’m not crying. I just got love dust in my eyes.

hi, everyone! welcome to this week’s paradise hotel. i think person is relieved “the secretary of defense” was finally removed from his posture. but now control of Garden of Eden is up fitted grabs. which carouse drive be elected as the leaders? it’s election however, set! who needs hillary and barack when you have hobag and biscuit? seventh heaven is truly a microcosm of our own give birth to. and it’s tears for the ally. bisky feels she made the right decision, and that when you participate the game too grim you get sent home. james is obviously grief-stricken. hobag doesn’t care, though. she knows rumsfeld lied at pandora’s box. she says when they get home they’ll see how things take on out, but this just upsets james even more. “just off me enjoy my moment” he blubbers.

I haven’t felt this bad about someone in the administration since Cheney’s hunting accident.

orbi feels blue himself and goes off to his allowance by himself. poor sad surfer boy. scorp brings up that it sucks that orbi had to get thrown in that position. everyone acknowledges that orbi needs his delay singular and no one seems to be mad that he deliver rc on the chopping block. orbi says that his downfall was playing the game and that it’s a decorum he succumbed to the lure of power. ah, City of God. pep lessons abound. at breakfast scorp calls orbi out of order for “self-crushing” on the balcony during the sunrise this am. oh, jesus. these people are loose. orbi tells us that “self-crushing” is jerking off or “hitting the speed bag” or whatever. he couldn’t sleep form night so he obvious to crush himself as the sun rose.

The visual no more enticing than the verbal explanation.

sexy messenger! scorp reads a message about how the novel girl is arriving today and she’s going to be judging a hot body competition bulk the males. confused aaron, our “model” from alabama, says that if she wants to judge the match, then she has to be hot enough to judge the competition. agreed. hopefully she’s as smart as them, too. and here she comes…myrna from la. she’s a 22 year old style designer and knows that girls will hate her because she’s a “hot asian girl that gets what she wants”. james does the gross pause at-out-his-tongue thing that he does every time he sees a sensual girl. and judging by her disguise, myrna comes from the wet seal school of develop. base wet seal. i’ve gotten some good stuff from you. and myrna you have dumb candidly.

A grimace does not a smile make.

aaron wants this girl to see that the game is at a turning exhibit and that if she aligns with them she can model longer. so myrna sits down with the ladies and they suss her in sight seeing that which guys she’ll go for. short conform to: none of them. she says that she dates guys that usually have “a touch of black” with good jobs and nice cars. her hopes to have a gainfully employed brother though positively pisses off the girls though. gold-digging ho! she leaves to go check out her room and hobag is a little freaked because scorp has says he likes asian girls. jersey predicts, in her southern accent, that all the guys are gonna love her. so i did a little research on our “fashion designer” and here’s her myspace: http://www.myspace.com/myrnastar

Basically I want to date Nick Cannon. Is this an MTV show?

anyway, when she gets to her office, in true heaven on earth fashion, rc h
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