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• Artiste: great Luke Ski (The)
• Titre: Pamela
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J Styles: Hey Luke Ski! Luke Ski: Hey J Styles, what's up? J Styles: I was flipping through the channels last night and you know what was on? Luke Ski: Oh, what? J Styles: The making of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition! Luke Ski: Oooh yeah! J Styles: You know who was on the cover this year? Tyra Banks! Luke Ski: "Tyra Banks! You left your toothbrush at my house!" J Styles: Yeah, I taped it for you so you can watch it later. Luke Ski: Thanks a lot man, I, uh, uh oh. J Styles: What? Luke Ski: Oh, here she comes. J Styles: Oh boy here we go. Luke Ski: Just let her vent for a while and we'll get through this in one piece. J Styles: I gotcha man. Miss Tricia: Hey! Luke Ski: Oh, hi, Miss Tricia! J Styles: How's it goin', sweetie? Miss Tricia: All right, you can stop sucking up to me right now, you men! I'm here to express myself as a woman of the 90's, and I hired you two idiots to sing back-up, not make wisecracks! Luke Ski: Boy did you get hosed on that deal. Miss Tricia: What? Luke Ski: Uh, I, I said nothing! That slut makes me sick. Only 35% of her body is organic. Baywatch beach blanket bimbo. I've seen less silicone in a pay telephone. Don't the men know it's all airbrushing, and special effects? I'll wring their necks, The next time I see them talking, gauking, watching, or even thinking about that, that, Pamela! I hate that- Pamela-ha! Lee Anderson, whatever her name is! Pamela! Why can't she just die? Pamela-ha! Luke Ski: I would like to thank Trish for keeping us abreast of the situation Miss Tricia: Shut up! Struttin' across the TV screen, She makes a teenage girl lose all self esteem. Blonde hair, roots are brownish-red. I've seen more realistic lips on a potato head. Don't you know she's just some harpy, sent from straight out of Hell, Made by Mattel! Luke Ski: Let's go down to Toys 'R Us and get one for ourselves! J Styles: I got your Kung-fu grip right here! Miss Tricia: You, you two are gonna die! Pamela! (Luke Ski: Stop drooling on the mic! J Styles: Oh, sorry.) Pamela-ha! (Luke Ski & J Styles: Yakity-yakity-yakity-ehh-ehh-ehh!) Pamela! (J Styles: I bet David Hasslehoff never wrote a song like this!) Pamela-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! (Luke Ski: Rick Flair! J Styles: Woo!) Miss Tricia: All those anorexic supermodel twits need to be destroyed and I'm just the woman to do it! J Styles: What about Cindy Crawford! Miss Tricia: I'll crucify her! Luke Ski: Jenny McCarthy? Miss Tricia: Death by catapult! J Styles: Demi Moore? Miss Tricia: Burn her at the stake! Luke Ski: Kate Moss! Miss Tricia: I'll put a lamp shade on her head and plug her into the wall! J Styles: Kathy Ireland? Miss Tricia: We'll have a blarney stoning! Luke Ski: Alicia Silverstone? Miss Tricia: I'll crush her! J Styles: Cameron Diaz? Miss Tricia: I'll smoke her! Luke Ski: Anna Nicole Smith? Miss Tricia: I'll make her marry O.J.! J Styles: Ricki Lake? Miss Tricia: Don't you talk about Ricki Lake! Ricki Lake is a national hero! Now shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of either of you two men! Pam's hair dryer's running a bit hot tonight. (Luke Ski: Have you seen Pamela's hair? J Styles: Yeah.) She can barely see her toes from the implants in her chest. (Luke Ski: I understand her hair was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright? J Styles: Really?) I'd like to reach out, grab her neck and, pop her stupid dandelion head off. My boyfriend, what a man, promised never to watch her again. But that lair, saw "Barb Wire", so I set his head on fire now! J Styles: Waaaaoooowww! Pamela! (Luke Ski: Hey what about all those posters you got?) Pamela-ha! (J Styles: Yeah, of Hugh Grant, Al Pacino, and LL Cool J?) Pamela! (Miss Tricia: Did I give you permission to speak? J Styles: No.) Pamela-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Pamela! (Luke Ski: Remind me to hide my Playboys when she's around.) Pamela-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Pamela! Miss Tricia: I'm done, you may drive me home now. J Styles & Luke Ski: Yes dear.