Look at what Lance has done guys! He's ruined everything worse than what it originally was. The Nsync logos everywhere, the pink tiles and shower curtain, and Joey's red hair dye staining the sink. Could it get even worse? You bet.
Lance has just finished decopauging ceramic clocks with an opaque finish.
"Good thing I hooked up with Rosie at her craft corner last week. I got so many good ideas. I think now I'll raid Joey's dirty clothes to see if I can salvage any material to make throw pillows. This place will look fantastic!"
All the stenciling in the world couldn't put the patheticism of this kitchen out of its misery. Lance calls it "The happy dandelion kitchen", because "everything looks so darn happy." Yo chica, you said it. When JC came back from his 4 day sabatical, he about had a spaz attack.
"Man, this place looks like (censored)!"
Lance was so hurt by this remark he went to live with his "friend" Tony Jones* in Rockville for a few days. In the meantime, JC and Justin called in some professional interior designers to remake the place. Believe me, it looks a heck of a lot better, but we'll have those pics later. In the meantime, the boys were scheduled to sing at a Uconn Huskies basketball game at the Hartford Civic Center that Friday so they desperately needed Lance back. They called Tony but only to find that his answering machine was very hostile: Hello, this is Tony Jones*, and I understand you guys have a gig tonight and you need Lance to stand there in his tight jeans and wink at girls? Well, hahahaha, this is not your lucky day. Lance is not going to perform tonight. I will take his place. And you will not have Joey perform either. Kalid El-Amin will fill that void. So call me when you make your decision. Las Frutas.
Man, he's slick! So what're the guys to do? No Lance, no Joey. Add Tony and Khalid El-Amin.
"We're gonna bomb." said Chris sadly.
"How will we be able to redeem ourselves?" asked JC. Shrugs all around.
Suddenly JC jumps up onto the purple and blue marblized counter top.
"I've got it!" he cries. "We'll--" he points his finger in the air and slumps his shoulders. His new "medication" had serious memory defects. He'd lost the idea.
"Man, we suck." said Joey sadly. "Well, time to call Khalid."
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See what happens next week
