I got rid of the TDI cast from my convos because Chris and Chef wanted them back for TDA and TDA Aftermath. Bummer.

And what's worse? Courtney found ALL of my Princess Courtney Dolls so no more PCD dolls... but her lawyers gave me a Princess Beth Doll. Oh yes, I'm smiling for joy. NOT.

"Deal or No Deal?" Duncan asked, a smirk rising up on his face.

"You're kidding, right?" Geoff questioned, exhausted.

"OMG! I'm hungry," Owen uttered, in a whiny tone.

"Just deal already man!" DJ complained with, getting a bit frustrated with Duncan's antics.

"Fine, you're loss," Duncan whispered, in a tone that would send shivers up and down your spine.

Why are they acting like this? Because Owen, DJ, Duncan and Geoff were playing a card game with a twist – involving pain. The loser has to suffer the consequences, hence the name of the game being called 'Torture'. They enjoyed that they weren't doing any challenges, and what better way to spend it then playing cards in their free time in this godforsaken island? Their rule: there are no rules. However, whoever lost the most games after 25 games would have to suffer extreme torture. What it was? The 3 survivors would decide.

After Duncan dealt the cards and passed seven cards to each friend, one by one, the gang went and picked up their cards. From the rest of the cards stacked in the middle of the foursome, DJ started to lean forward to flip the first card, but backed away scared when he saw a spider on top of the deck.

Geoff groaned. "This is torture! And I'm not talking about the name of the game!"

Owen raised an eyebrow. "We haven't even started yet, and I'm sort of hungry, so is it alright if I go see Chef and-"

"NO!" All three boys screeched.

Owen glanced down at his stomach, patting it. "Don't worry tummy wummy; there is always lunch-time."

Duncan, Geoff and DJ just looked at one another, creeped at the fact that Owen was talking to himself. But they were just disturbed that he was speaking to his stomach.

"Dudes, you all ready to play?" the bad boy enquired, sneering a little.

Getting a sigh from DJ, a thumbs-up from Geoff and a stomach growl from Owen was just the response he needed. Duncan went to pick up his set, sneering at the cards grasped in his firm hands. "Just to let you know, I'm a pro at this so if you wanna lose, then just give up already."

He then glanced at his comrades with his teal orbs, raising a pierced eyebrow. "But it would prove to me that you're all chickens. You're not all chickens are you?"

Geoff seemed offended. "No way man!"

DJ nodded his head, agreeing with the party boy. "This seems like a good challenge than the ones Chris always drops on us."

"And this is helping me avoid food," Owen randomly stated.

All Duncan did was smirk that trademark signature of his. "Then let the games begin!" But not before adding, "Because you will all suffer excruciating pain!"

I had fun on the weekend as it was my friend's bday party and guess who showed up... HIM. As much as I wanted to not like his company, it felt right. Odd.

I got her this gold Guess bag which I got for a really good bargain. It used to cost AUS$200 but was reduced to $40!!! And then her mum and sister were fighting over to who would use it first. Sigh, I feel loved they're fighting over MY gift.

And the part you're all waiting for... MORE RANDOM SBSP QUOTES!!

(from my fave eppie Suds)

(SB gets ready to leave to go doctors, adjusts beanie on his head)
*doorbell rings*
SB: *in a raspy sick voice* Coming!
P: Hey SpongeBob, going skiing?
SB: I'm sick Patrick. I'm going to the doctors
P: *shocked* What? Oh you can't go!
SB: Why not Patrick?
P: *enters SB's pineapple home* I know a guy who knows a guy who went to the doctors once, and the doctor's office is a horrible, HORRIBLE PLACE
SB: It can't be as horrible as the suds *sneezes*
P: Oh it is SpongeBob. Well first, they make you sit in the 'waiting room'
SB: Is that the horrible part Patrick?
P: Oh, it gets worse. They make you read 'old magazines'
SB: *seems frightened, shivers*
P: *pulls some plant to signify stethoscope* Then the doctor pulls out his stethoscope
SB: NO!
P: YES! It's a device so sinister, so icy cold that it touches your bare flesh it- *makes fssshhh noise*
SB: *jumps up, screaming, running around in circles* No, NO! No stethoscope, no doctor, no magazines, NO! Patrick, I don't wanna go to the doctors
P: Exactly
SB: *sneezes, bubbles pops on P's face*

Got caught up in the moment, and before I forget... Princess Beth Doll, do your thing! *pulls string*
PBD: The production of TDI/TDA and/or anything related whatsoever does not belong to you and never will!
Sigh, it's not the same without the PCD... oh well.

SMIGGLE!!!
R&R!!!