I hung out with Clint and Angel last night, and guess what we did. No, we didn't have a belching contest. No, we didn't look at the latest issue of playboy. No, we didn't sit around and play Grand Theft Auto: Vice City (well maybe a little bit). Nope. We watched the Joe Millionare reruns, and ragged on everybody. We joked about how dumb Evan was and how he was like Lenny from Of Mice and Men, always asking the butler, Paul Hogan, to tell him about the rabbits. We also joked that maybe Evan was a serial killer and wanted to wring all of their "goddamn cat necks" (that was another Of Mice and Men joke). My Paul Hogan impression is getting better. We also made fun of the butler as if he was some lecherous old coot...that he went through all the womens underwear...and that he got all the women that Evan eliminated. Now that I think of it, I should have made fun of him getting complete plastic surgery after his Crocodile Dundee movies flopped (not true but funny to think about it--that's a different Paul Hogan). We also made fun of the womenfolk, but it's just too easy to make fun of golddiggers.

Next week Evan supposedly lets it "slip" that he is a construction worker. What a moron!