kinda dumb, since I don't smoke any way, you know? It's really more for people who want to quit cigarettes."
"What's your favorite flavor?" Drew inquired.
"Peach Ring is pretty good," Andrea answered, as Lisa marched dramatically over to where Patty and Drew were standing. Then she flipped off the light switch.
” That's rude!" Drew cried.
"Let's play America's Next Top Model!" Lisa declared . "Who wants to be Tyra?"
"ME! ME!" Drew.hollered, twisting her super long fly-away tresses into a side ponytail.
“Hey, is that guy Nick still taking your pictures?” Patty asked Lisa.
“Yea, and he wants to poke me,” Lisa said with a giggle, like she liked the idea. “He got a hard -on the other day, out in the yard.”
“Ew!” Patty said, squishing up her wide flat nose . “How old is he, like forty?”
“NO!” Lisa yelled . “Maybe thirty…”
“Still gross,” Drew pointed out. “I mean, he’s that old and still lives at home. Can you say ... loser ? Okay, excuse me folks. I have to go be Tyra now.”
Drew pranced around the gray tile floor in an exaggerated cat-walk style.
"So ya wanna be ON TOP?" she purred, imitating the opening song from the TV show.
Andrea couldn't help but smile at her friend pretending to be Tyra Banks. Drew couldn't look more opposite than Tyra if she tried.
"Smile with your eyes, people!" Drew growled . "I want you to look fierce! Grrrrr!"
Drew clawed at the air while baring her teeth.
Lisa ran her hands down her body in a suggestive way.
"I wanna be on top!" she purred.
"Tell that to Nick!" Andrea exclaimed.
"Oooo, I wanna be on top!" Patty said, munching away on a handful of Cheese Doodles.
"Put that snack food away!" Lisa admonished her. " Models don't eat that crap and you shouldn't either!"
Lisa took a big swig of yet another Linenkugal and burped.
"Oopsie," she said, swaying slightly.
"Models don't burp, either," Andrea reminded her.
"They probably do," Patty said . "They probably do all sorts of disgusting things when no one's looking, like fart and pick their nose....."
Patricia, put that snack food down!" Lisa ordered again. " Fluff up your hair! Get your model on! You too, fairy princess!"
Andrea sighed and stood up. She shook her head, causing her long thick honey colored hair to bounce all around her face. Okay, so maybe she was doing that for Lisa’s benefit.
She caught Lisa tossing her hair an annoyed look . Andrea felt pleased about that for some reason, like she had won....won what, though, she wasn't sure.
Patty put the bag of Cheese Doodles down. Then all three of the girls assembled next to each other and stood expectantly in front of Drew.
"Did I mention that I saw a homeless woman behind Maybelline’s tonight?" Lisa suddenly asked.
"A real homeless person?" Andrea queried . "How did you know she was homeless?"
"Because!" Lisa exclaimed . "You could just tell . She looked all gross and ratty, and she was just wandering around back there, looking weird and drunk off her ass...."
"Ew," Patty commented.
"Yea, that's kind of disturbing," Andrea agreed . "I didn't think this was that sort of town."
"I was once homeless, myself!" Drew declared, in an overly dramatic voice, transforming herself, once again, into Tyra Banks. "But I overcame that! I gained strength and discovered my inner lioness! And you can too. Oh, yes! I know you can!
" Now listen up! We're playing for a fantastic prize package this time! A life time contract with Wilhemena Models....a seventy year contract with Cover Girl Make-up...."
Patty and Andrea giggled appropriately . Lisa just looked annoyed.
"A three year contract with Reptile Magazine...."
"Come on, Drew!" Lisa complained . "Be serious."
"TYRA MAIL!" Patty shouted.
"YAY!" the girls screamed, imitating the would-be models on the show.
Lisa took a
"What's your favorite flavor?" Drew inquired.
"Peach Ring is pretty good," Andrea answered, as Lisa marched dramatically over to where Patty and Drew were standing. Then she flipped off the light switch.
” That's rude!" Drew cried.
"Let's play America's Next Top Model!" Lisa declared . "Who wants to be Tyra?"
"ME! ME!" Drew.hollered, twisting her super long fly-away tresses into a side ponytail.
“Hey, is that guy Nick still taking your pictures?” Patty asked Lisa.
“Yea, and he wants to poke me,” Lisa said with a giggle, like she liked the idea. “He got a hard -on the other day, out in the yard.”
“Ew!” Patty said, squishing up her wide flat nose . “How old is he, like forty?”
“NO!” Lisa yelled . “Maybe thirty…”
“Still gross,” Drew pointed out. “I mean, he’s that old and still lives at home. Can you say ... loser ? Okay, excuse me folks. I have to go be Tyra now.”
Drew pranced around the gray tile floor in an exaggerated cat-walk style.
"So ya wanna be ON TOP?" she purred, imitating the opening song from the TV show.
Andrea couldn't help but smile at her friend pretending to be Tyra Banks. Drew couldn't look more opposite than Tyra if she tried.
"Smile with your eyes, people!" Drew growled . "I want you to look fierce! Grrrrr!"
Drew clawed at the air while baring her teeth.
Lisa ran her hands down her body in a suggestive way.
"I wanna be on top!" she purred.
"Tell that to Nick!" Andrea exclaimed.
"Oooo, I wanna be on top!" Patty said, munching away on a handful of Cheese Doodles.
"Put that snack food away!" Lisa admonished her. " Models don't eat that crap and you shouldn't either!"
Lisa took a big swig of yet another Linenkugal and burped.
"Oopsie," she said, swaying slightly.
"Models don't burp, either," Andrea reminded her.
"They probably do," Patty said . "They probably do all sorts of disgusting things when no one's looking, like fart and pick their nose....."
Patricia, put that snack food down!" Lisa ordered again. " Fluff up your hair! Get your model on! You too, fairy princess!"
Andrea sighed and stood up. She shook her head, causing her long thick honey colored hair to bounce all around her face. Okay, so maybe she was doing that for Lisa’s benefit.
She caught Lisa tossing her hair an annoyed look . Andrea felt pleased about that for some reason, like she had won....won what, though, she wasn't sure.
Patty put the bag of Cheese Doodles down. Then all three of the girls assembled next to each other and stood expectantly in front of Drew.
"Did I mention that I saw a homeless woman behind Maybelline’s tonight?" Lisa suddenly asked.
"A real homeless person?" Andrea queried . "How did you know she was homeless?"
"Because!" Lisa exclaimed . "You could just tell . She looked all gross and ratty, and she was just wandering around back there, looking weird and drunk off her ass...."
"Ew," Patty commented.
"Yea, that's kind of disturbing," Andrea agreed . "I didn't think this was that sort of town."
"I was once homeless, myself!" Drew declared, in an overly dramatic voice, transforming herself, once again, into Tyra Banks. "But I overcame that! I gained strength and discovered my inner lioness! And you can too. Oh, yes! I know you can!
" Now listen up! We're playing for a fantastic prize package this time! A life time contract with Wilhemena Models....a seventy year contract with Cover Girl Make-up...."
Patty and Andrea giggled appropriately . Lisa just looked annoyed.
"A three year contract with Reptile Magazine...."
"Come on, Drew!" Lisa complained . "Be serious."
"TYRA MAIL!" Patty shouted.
"YAY!" the girls screamed, imitating the would-be models on the show.
Lisa took a
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