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Once in their hotel, Bre learned that she was going to have a nice evening on the town in London. she picked Nik to go with her and soon they were whisked around in the town by a bunch of gentlemen in a carriage. For these two urban beauties, it was quite a breathtaking event, and not just because the carriage was driving on the wrong side of the road. No, their escorts weren't doing things like the girls were used to being treated back home. Instead of saying "Bitch, where's my money" and backhadning them with a diamond ring, the guys would hold the door open before Nik and Bre entered. Instead of honking at them and telling them how phat their asses were, thew would pull a chair out before they were seated. When dinner was a fancy restaurant and wine instead of a bucket of KFC, some biscuits and a case of Old English, the two of them knew they were on to something. Maybe there was more to life than being a baby momma. If they were a top model, they would find guys to treat them like that all the time, and not just after they won the trifecta at the Aqueduct.

Overall, these guys were boring, but at least we got to hear them say Piccadilly Circus

The evening on the town was too short, and when the two of them returned, Nik found that Kim had written letters of apology. Kim had said that the vibe around the hosue had abeen a lot better, but in order to do a little ass kissing, she decided to write personal apology notes. There are plenty of situations where apology notes might be the right idea. Sorry I ran over your dog, sorry I slept with your wife, sorry I closed the oven door on your arm while you were making shrinky dinks (much funnier when it hasn't happened to you). Kim's apology, while a nice gesture, wasn't going to be worth anything because Nik and Bre have named her the enemy, and they are more concerned about winning than making a new friend.

For their first photo shoot in London, the girls were told "It's your call". Hmm, would they be dressing up like phone sex operators? Sadly, no, they were just going to have their pictures taken while they were in a phone booth, but they would be naked, so I was still happy. The theme was that the paparazzi had found them backstage at a photo shoot and they ran outside naked (well, in their panties) and the only place to hide would be in the phone booth. Making this shoot more difficult was that the girls were all going to be in phone booth at the same time, meaning they would have to be fighting for their shot while all the other girls were crowded around them.

When I saw that the girls would all be stuck in a phone booth, I laughed because I had all of these jokes about girls not showering, or perhaps farting in the phone booth. I was imagining what I could have called a fart in a phone booth. Perhaps the "standing dutch oven"? But alas, these girls ruined my time. Poor Bre, she thought that she had left all of the disgusting bastards back home with the Wild Boyz, but she was wrong. One of the girls forgot to put on deodorant, and Lisa actually farted in the phone booth, and it smelled enough that some people were probably wishing she was still wearing her diaper from last week.

There were a lot of good pictures this week, and here they are:(click on pictures for larger images)

Soon it was time for judging and Tyra once again made the point on how they had to be on all the time. She mentioned that she got the idea for the passport photo shoot because she once got a job because she was sitting on a plane next to a photographer. When asked to see a picture, Tyra showed him her passport, and they guy called her agent the next day. Although those passport photos were used for the reward, the candid pictures that they were going to be judged on were the ones taken by the paparazzi once they got to their hotel.

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Posted by J-Unit on November 19, 2005 7:00 PM