Jun 17, 2006 22:01
I had a dream last night about Pamela Anderson. She was the host of a telly program about her particular vhenerial disease, Hepatitis C.
She opened the program by saying that at first she didn't understand her husband's (I assume it was Tommy Lee) obession with nature (reality: obsession with partying like it's his job. BECAUSE HE'S A ROCK STAR!) until one day he said to her, 'Alright baby, imagine the passion for the forest burns in me like your case of Heppy C. That's how powerful I feel about her.'
It immediately cut back to Pamela (looking decidely pixieish and deflated) standing in front of a large crowd of fellow Hep C sufferers/contestants she explained that the rules for today would be a treasure hunt through the forest, looking for particular plants and other such nonsense, labeled on a piece of paper she would hand out to teams of two. As an example of how to play, Pam went out with a team and camera crew to help the clueless urban folk. As the two girls hoplessly blundered on through the woodland, their obvious disinterest in nature (and one would assume treasure hunts) soon became obvious as they whined about not being able to find a single plant on the list!
Pam took the head of the party and calmy lifted her foot to point out a pathetic wisp of a tree, 'This is Hope,' referring to the renamed items on the list.
Suddenly, the girls giddy with excitement looked at each other and exclaimed, 'But it's so small!'
And Pamela looked at the two of them, 'Then you must find more.'