Surreal Life- Bloggers... Edition Episode 6
The housemates went back to the house and tried to figure out what they could do to get their names cleared. They needed Brutha Code to wake up so that he could tell the police who shot him. They sat there and thought and thought but came up with nothing. So they decided to go to Club Frisky and shake their ass instead. They would worry about Brutha Code once their mind was at ease, in the morning.
After several gimlets, long island ice teas, martinis, bottles of champagne and heinekens the housemates returned from their outing and in rare form. Like most people under the influence of something the housemates turned philosophical and sat and tried to come up with ways to get their near death roommate to get out the coma, at least long enough to clear their names. Oh and to find out who did it.
Christen suggested that the housemates have a brainstorming session in the hot tub. I mean you can always come up with good ideas when you are relaxed and half naked in some warm bubbling water. So everyone hops in gets cozy and starts talking.
Will: What do you think can pull him out the coma. What does he love?
BrownShuga: well he's a self proclaimed assoholic
Edwige: and you saw how he threw back all those heneikens and that grand marnier on our trip to Stans so he definitely loves that
KK: You know he's a que so that means he's gotta love some chicken wings
Panama: and according to my recent findings he has a thing for 50 year old white woman and fondue.
Christen: Ehhh let's leave the white chick and cheese out of it for now, we don't need to be set back any further then we already are.
From there the roommates came up with a plan. They made sure to write it down because once the morning came they knew they wouldn't remember a thing especially after the liquor and the hot tub and the skinny dipping romp they had once they left the hot tub.
The next morning, well afternoon, everyone slept in rather late I mean it was a long night and it's not like BC was going anywhere, they went to the hospital. They snuck into his room with a duffel bags and grabbed an orderly who's name tag read Qualandresha from the front desk.
When they got to the room they emptied the bag. They had a six pack of heneiken, some grand marnier, some fried chicken scented candles (manufactured by our friends that made SkeetGuard) and a CD player. First they opened the bottle of grand marnier and ran it under his nose, "look" said Edwige "I think he justed twitched a little" Then Christen lit the candle and the smell of fried chicken began to linger in the air. He halfway opened his eyes. Then BrownShuga put the cold heneiken bottle in his right hand and his fingers actually wrapped around the bottle, he was coming to. He still wasn't fully responsive so then we had to go into overload. We turned on the CD and it was atomic dog the extended version. He was starting to wake up. Finally we got Qualandresha.
She was a last minute addition to the plan. We had never met her before but with a name like that we knew she had to have had a big ass so we had a heneiken in his right hand and his left on Qualandresha's ass and low and behold the brutha came to.
He proceeded to get out the bed and hop, but between the tubes and not having full function of his legs he crashed to the floor. But hey at least he was awake. The doctors came running in once they heard the commotion and sent the housemates to the waiting area. We waited and waited in the lobby. During that time frame the roommates got a chance to bond some more. The ladies swapped stories, the men stared at Qualandresha's ass and they even taught Christen how to play spades.
The doctor finally came out to the waiting area and shared some good and bad news. Brutha Code was still alive and ready to see us but he'd be confined to a scooter and needed someone to take care of him. The Surreal lifers were kind of sad. Since the brownstone wasn't handicap accessible... BC would have to go. But hey at least he had his 50 year old white fondue eating crush to take care of him and nurse him back to health.
But the housemates wanted to know who shot BC. So they gained their composure and went down the hall to see him. They all made small talk and finally Kajuana had enough and just asked "so umm who shot you."
The roommates all were in shock with his response.
*dramatic music plays and voice over comes on*
Was he telling the truth?
What could have made his own close friend turn on him?
Why in the hayle did thick dizzle shoot Brutha Code?
Guess you'll have to find out when Panama gives you all these answers and concludes the Surreal Life... Bloggers Edition
After several gimlets, long island ice teas, martinis, bottles of champagne and heinekens the housemates returned from their outing and in rare form. Like most people under the influence of something the housemates turned philosophical and sat and tried to come up with ways to get their near death roommate to get out the coma, at least long enough to clear their names. Oh and to find out who did it.
Christen suggested that the housemates have a brainstorming session in the hot tub. I mean you can always come up with good ideas when you are relaxed and half naked in some warm bubbling water. So everyone hops in gets cozy and starts talking.
Will: What do you think can pull him out the coma. What does he love?
BrownShuga: well he's a self proclaimed assoholic
Edwige: and you saw how he threw back all those heneikens and that grand marnier on our trip to Stans so he definitely loves that
KK: You know he's a que so that means he's gotta love some chicken wings
Panama: and according to my recent findings he has a thing for 50 year old white woman and fondue.
Christen: Ehhh let's leave the white chick and cheese out of it for now, we don't need to be set back any further then we already are.
From there the roommates came up with a plan. They made sure to write it down because once the morning came they knew they wouldn't remember a thing especially after the liquor and the hot tub and the skinny dipping romp they had once they left the hot tub.
The next morning, well afternoon, everyone slept in rather late I mean it was a long night and it's not like BC was going anywhere, they went to the hospital. They snuck into his room with a duffel bags and grabbed an orderly who's name tag read Qualandresha from the front desk.
When they got to the room they emptied the bag. They had a six pack of heneiken, some grand marnier, some fried chicken scented candles (manufactured by our friends that made SkeetGuard) and a CD player. First they opened the bottle of grand marnier and ran it under his nose, "look" said Edwige "I think he justed twitched a little" Then Christen lit the candle and the smell of fried chicken began to linger in the air. He halfway opened his eyes. Then BrownShuga put the cold heneiken bottle in his right hand and his fingers actually wrapped around the bottle, he was coming to. He still wasn't fully responsive so then we had to go into overload. We turned on the CD and it was atomic dog the extended version. He was starting to wake up. Finally we got Qualandresha.
She was a last minute addition to the plan. We had never met her before but with a name like that we knew she had to have had a big ass so we had a heneiken in his right hand and his left on Qualandresha's ass and low and behold the brutha came to.
He proceeded to get out the bed and hop, but between the tubes and not having full function of his legs he crashed to the floor. But hey at least he was awake. The doctors came running in once they heard the commotion and sent the housemates to the waiting area. We waited and waited in the lobby. During that time frame the roommates got a chance to bond some more. The ladies swapped stories, the men stared at Qualandresha's ass and they even taught Christen how to play spades.
The doctor finally came out to the waiting area and shared some good and bad news. Brutha Code was still alive and ready to see us but he'd be confined to a scooter and needed someone to take care of him. The Surreal lifers were kind of sad. Since the brownstone wasn't handicap accessible... BC would have to go. But hey at least he had his 50 year old white fondue eating crush to take care of him and nurse him back to health.
But the housemates wanted to know who shot BC. So they gained their composure and went down the hall to see him. They all made small talk and finally Kajuana had enough and just asked "so umm who shot you."
The roommates all were in shock with his response.
*dramatic music plays and voice over comes on*
Was he telling the truth?
What could have made his own close friend turn on him?
Why in the hayle did thick dizzle shoot Brutha Code?
Guess you'll have to find out when Panama gives you all these answers and concludes the Surreal Life... Bloggers Edition
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