Beat that Shane!

Shane shot Ted a determined glare before heading toward the referee. In the mean time Ted had reached the rest of the east coast gang, but instead of a good job type of reception that he expected, he received 4 slaps on the back of the head.

Owwww! What the ***** was that for?
Geez Tedwhat the ***** kind of performance was that?
Yeah! You shmuck! Whatyou cant tell the difference between a ***** and a *****?!
And you call yourself *****.hmmmmm
Look Im sorry guys! I was blindfolded! Its just those damn twatsI kept getting the dicks in the wrong hole!.

The guys erupted in laughter at Teds last statement, obviously he hadnt thought that one all the way through. They all had tears in their eyes until Brian snapped them back to reality.

Well thanks to Teds beautiful performanceall we can do know is hope that LAs stud screws this up more than Ted did.

The boys quieted down and fixed their eyes on Shane. Each one silently hoping that Shane would do worse than Ted, and Emmett even decided to cross his fingers, close his eyes, and mumble to himself.

Shane had made her way over to the referee and was getting her blindfold put on. She was reminded of the rules and wished good luck. Her heart was pounding at a mile a minute pace and she silently kept telling herself that she could do this. She didnt want Alice coming after her, so she exhaled deeply and settle herself into a competitive mode, determined to beat the flamers from the east.

Okay Shane.Ready. In 321GO!

Shane dove right in to the vat of milk, gung ho to find the elusive plastic pieces of sexual anatomy awaiting her in the vat of white. With her head submerged completely in the milk, she searched for an item and pulled it out. She looked unstoppable, she was dunking and spitting faster than Ted had, you could see her drive to win was there. Unfortunately as quickly as she spat, and as good as it looked, her trough choices were not too accurate and her score kept fluctuating up and down.