Ok, so I don't have proof they microwave babies, but it doesn't mean these aren't the nastiest people on television.

I really think this Rumspringa thing is a big deal for these Lincoln dressing, horse riders. I think they will be basing a lifelong decision on this experience. Do I stay Amish? Or do I play X-Box, use a vacuum cleaner and lose the beano stick. Well, if I were to live with Whitney, Megan and Reese for 2 months, chances are I would be fleeing for the hills of Amishville!

These three are the nastiest, most fowl people that LA has to offer. It has nothing to do with the stereotypes they so tenderly fit into and has everything to do with their evility...is that a word? Ok, one good thing has come of these three; I invented a new word in the English language to describe them, "evility".

First is the she-male looking Megan. Initially, I didn’t like her because I am a fan of judging books by their covers. (By the way I hear the Divinci Code is great..pretty cover). This chick-with-dick began grating my nuts when she was talking about being such a party girl with delusions of sex appeal. It should be known I really hate hot people who know they are hot - one of the many reasons I hated The Player. But what I have discovered I hate almost equally as much are crispy scabby people who think they are hot and give off that hot person attitude. Enter The Megan. I feel badly for Kevan, one of the few city kids with a heart, for being duped into having a romantic interest in this nut-tucker. One of the only things more revolting than the layers of Ben-Nye face paint she shovels onto her mug is her negative attitude, narrow mindedness, self-absorbance, holier than though mentality. OK so that’s more than one thing. This "LA fasionista" (her words not mine) thrives on the drama and always seems to be in the middle of it. But not nearly as badly as.....