This week was all about intensity, good, bad and, uh, injected.
First a recap of last Friday night:
High:
Scanner Bryan got touched by an Angel.
Low:
Scanner Emily busted her ass rollerskating, and broke her wrist.
Now for the rest of the week:
Highs:
We drank 40's in the bathtub.
We got engaged. But just for the health insurance. OK, just for the camera.
We decided we like our G-spots just the way they are, thank you very much.
We can die happy: New Kids on the Block are reuniting. Step One: we can have lots of fun. Step Two: There's so much we can do.
We thought about getting cultural; whether we actually will is another story.
We found the greatest Rickroll ever, and almost sat through the entire thing.
Lows:
We almost, maybe, crushed on Lindsay Lohan. But just for a second.
Have we really had Sweedish boob overload?
Is this the future of our country? Worse yet, is this?
We learned we have no memory of dolphins.
Richard Simmons humped helped Jimmy Kimmell. Both were wearing short shorts.
If that's really Giselle, we're really bummed.
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