Liv in this color.
Becca in this color.
Joey: C'mon! Don't let the hair scare you, baby. I'm no fast food clown.
Lance: Dayum.
Chris: *realizes just how old he is*
JC: They're going to jail and I'm NOT!
Justin: Mama, can I please ask one of the contestants out on a date? But, Mom, they're MY age!
I swear to god...this is the ONLY time that they wore matching clothes and DIDN'T look like morons!
The key word is ugly. Peep Justin's and Joey's shirts, and Lance's pants.
Okay boys, I am the Ugly Clothes Police! YOU! *Points at Justin* Button the jacket and cover that HIDEOUS shirt! YOU! *Points at Joey* BURN the shirt! And you...*Winks at Lance* Lose the pants...*licks lips*
This was one of the biggest and happiest days of their careers, yet all I can think is what must've been running through Justin's mind: Yep, this is it. After this, I'm *sings* GOOOOONE!
Yeah...laugh it up, Timberlake..."Played me like a fool, but I see right through you." is RIGHT! Fuckin' dillhole...
Carrying the Olympic Flame. What an honor for Lance to represent his country (and he got to keep his torch). I wonder if JC gave him pointers on running?
That's mah baby...I told y'all he carries a flame for me...*grin*
Sparkly boys in suits. I have no words. Just drool.
*Groans and puts on the Ugly Clothes Police uniform again* You! In the beret...LOSE IT! Other than that...you may carry on...
*falls over repeatedly* FUCKING HOT. The End.
Becca is unable to comment on the above picture. She fell dead immediately upon viewing it. Thank you, and have a good night.