I was waiting in line at the supermarket, right behind some pantload in pink polyester stretch pants and a "I'm Hot Stuff" tee shirt. The bitch
had bottle return receipts, coupons and food stamps in the fucking 12 items or less aisle. TAKING FOREVER, I grumbled while breathing through my mouth , as the
stench of unwashed skin folds caked with yeast made me nauseous. I was trying not to make eye contact with her , as I had an empty stomach and the bile was
creeping up my gullet. I did notice her glance sideways, looking longingly at the Betty Crocker chocolate frosting nestled in my grocery cart. It was then I
realized that this wretch was none other than Cirie from Survivor fame and I was repulsed by the fact that this bitch hadn't showered since coming home
from Micronesia, or at least smelled that way. After sneaking her 20 items past the scanner, a melange of Kool-Aid, ramen noodles, Funyons and 3 for $2 hot
dogs, she ended up arguing with the store manger over an expired coupon, holding up the line that much longer.
CIRIE HATE.
CIRIE HATE.
]" As, out of the past 12 winners that had a F2, 5 of them were brought
to the end, I won't count Vecepia and Amber since they only were brought as Neleh made a deal with Vecepia and Amber had Rob bring her to the end. And a
few of them were masterminds who manage to make the winner bring them, so they weren't just lucky goats like Lamber or Vecepia.
