It’s another sad elimination day today, especially since I had so much fun with all of you! Boy scout brains, muffin farts, total deja vu about sharks eating Samuel L. Jackson, it was all a grand, grand time! But, if I’m to find my true love, the one who will somehow survive being me, um, literally, lol.
So, with sadness, I must say that Cyclops has been eliminated from the competition.
Ah Cyclops, you were totally like, the one competitor who saw me for the hot girl that I FEEL like on the INSIDE! And it’s the inside that counts right?
hehehehe! That was funny. No, your insides don’t matter, except when they’re on the outside from like, disembowlment. Only hot sexiness on the outside matters, and I’m happy to say I have that. Don’t get my wrong, Cyclops, you had to it too, but well, there’s just something you have to know…brb!
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There we go! I just went and pulled my pants down in front of you, and now I’m narrating it over again for some reason! Now you can reread this when you’re done crying in the shower and relive your nightmare all over again! Yes, for better or worse, I’m a man! Maybe one day you’ll accept that, and when you do, give me a call, since I will probably be single again from murdering the winne…er, I mean, maybe the winner and I will have an open relationship, yeah that’s it!
Well, final two, continue reading on below to find out about your final challenge!!!!11!!11one!!! OMFG!
*sniff*
At least we’ll always have Washington. Or at least what’s left of it.
Aw, poor guy.
Later, gater.
Wait, you lasted longer than me? You’re on my list.