Rachel's Rant of the Moment

Rachel's rants, the good, the bad, and the just plain stupid. What about the ugly you ask? This is pop music fool, there isnt any ugly. hehehe.

Hiho, Rachel here. Master of all things random and totally unneccisary. Queen of rantings and ravings. Dark mistress of incoherent ramblings. Time for yet another example of the many ways mind altering drugs are bad! hehe, jk. seriously kids, no drugs were used in any connection with this (which is probably even sadder....o well).
Ok, our topic this time: battle of the boybands. Now we all know there will never actual battle beween them (it would be hell for pr, and black eyes just arent the look for this season.), but with my help you can see exactly what would go down if they all met up in a dark alley somewhere.
(ok, so they would probably make their body guards fight for them, or they could always set those damn 12 year olds who always follow them around on eachother. Between you and me I can see them being kinda glad to be rid of them. hehehe. But that would be no fun. So we reach into my twisted mind for the much more interesting version.)

*****no popstars were hurt in the making of this rant/story***

"hey you guys, I think Nick's drunk." Kevin called out. The guys watched as Nick stumbled towards the alley, and all the guys laughed as he walked right into the wall.
"He's not drunk, just stupid." the casual voice drifted from the alley. They looked up to see Erik recieving high fives from the four guys standing around him, snickering. what losers. Howie thought to himself, knowing all the other guys shared similar ones. Well, all except Nick, who was to drunk to think much of anything at the moment. Why don't they grow up. Did Lou pull these guys straight out of junior high?

He caught sight of movement from the back corner of the alley, a figure in the shadows rolling is eyes. It was obviously as unimpressed with O-town as they were. They could just faintly make out four strong, well built figures all wearing black muscle shirts.

Brian stepped forward and nodded at the man who had rolled his eyes. "Nick" he said, acknoledeging him and his boys. He didn't move from his spot leaning against the back wall. He merely raised and eyebrow and responded in the short, flat way he had been adressed. "Bryan."

AJ saw the o town guys advancing towards them in a pack. "Look guys, were not looking for trouble," he told them, "but if you want it, I'm sure we can arange a beat down for you." he challenged, grinding his fist into his palm."

"OOOO, Now I'm real scared!" Trevor shot back. "C'mon AJ, time to see if you're as badass as you try to tell everyone you are." The smirk on Trevors face was blotted out by AJ's fist, which left only a pained look behind. They two groups had been standing opposite eachother, ready and waiting, and as soon as the blow had connecter with Trevor's face they all went at it.
Nick, even in his drunk ass state, was able to get in a few good punches. The sounds of Jacob yelping for them to stop pulling on his beloved dreds bounced off the walls of the small space, creating a feeling of chaos. The guys of 98* sat back and wathced calmly, making occasional comments to eachother. No one seemed to notice the two men who had seperated themselves from the fighting and were talking quietly.
"So ashlee, whats your deal. why aren't you over their trying to pound me and my friends?" Kevin asked.
"straight up? I got no reason to. You guys are more like my idols then my enemys, and I would rather be beating up on the rest of my group then you guys. They're nuts to think I'd take a punch for them. I swear if I have to hear one more time from Erik how he is the next Justin Timberlake I will smack his popstars ass down myself. THAT should make for an interesting episode of making the band."

Kevin laughed."oh man, that sux. And whats with that Dan guy and his goatee?"

***Note from the author****

ok, due to the fact that I have the attention span of a five year old, and have come up with new and better things to rant about. Like kitten eaters! You know who you are! Bad, bad people! So, as much fun as this little story thing that came OUT OF NOWHERE (i am so random I amaze myself!) has been, its getting old, and I just dont have the patience to get it, but heres my idea of how the story ends.....
*Ashlee leaves O-Town to become a BSB roadie/abercrombie model causeing the break up of o town (can i get a hell yea?)
*BSB pounds the remaining members of otwon, then proceeds to get smacked down by *nsync, (who arrive in clasic *nsync style, expensive cars woth sterios blasting....think the speed boat entrance in the simpsons, yes I have an odd fixation wit that episode cuz it was damn funny!)
* 98* then kicks some nsync ass (sorry guys, but DAYUM those boys are built, by no strech of the imagination could our boys ever hope to take them on...)
* Suddenly, there is a stampede of screaming teenage girls, and tragically in classic end of the dinosaurs style all 4 of our boybands are obliterated, leaving the world as it was back in the days before creepy old men got bored. (credit goes to chell on this one)
*and that, children, is what happens when you mix vodka and gatorade (lol erika!)

My mind....Its a fun place to be.

previous rants

my personal opinion on JC's hair (pass me the scisors please!)
What started as a review of the United We Stand Concert in D.C.
further proof that insanity is hereditary

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