What do you do with all of our clothes anyway? Is there a strip search upon arrival? Is this an audition for “Naked and Afraid” (Dear reader if you have not seen that show yet, well you are in for quite the treat)?
Yeah so, the one I had was covered in a rubber casing as opposed to the paper casing. I mean I’m no fool, I would not stick a paper twist tie in between my teeth because the paper would fall off.
She also suggests I use the twist ties to close bags.
Why isn’t anyone on Survivor ever dry? And how come someone who had no clothing suddenly has a blazer and fedora to wear to tribal council? Is there a hip retro shop on the island?
It means one of them says to the other, "You snore!" and the other says "I do not snore - you snore!" Truth is they both snore.
What if we slept at a hotel and finally got to see the faces of those people that do the demos of the challenges?
What if we could eat whatever we wanted and all the fees were waived for the mini bar? How about a Cronut (Croissant meets Donut = Delicious).
What if room service brought us pina coladas with umbrellas and margaritas and Jimmy Buffet's lost shaker of salt?
What if we arrived at a challenge (post brunch - bagel, lox and cream cheese) and Jeff said - "Today's challenge is to be kind to one another. Each of you will be sharing something about yourselves - perhaps something painful; something that caused the ground beneath you to crumble. Everyone listens - no one judges."
What if we split the 1 million (and what if I capped it off at 4 contestants)?
And most importantly, what if we never had to see eachother in our underwear?
PS: The Tribe has spoken. Your flame is out. You vanish into the deep, dark jungle where you remove your pants and swing from the vines in your underwear.
Because...You're Fabulous, you're 50.... and you really don't give a Cronut!