And the home of the Stripmall...

After a longish lull in the production of high quality blogging fare the executive body at rockstarweb have decided to send their star (intended) contributors to the furthest reaches that limited resources would allow so as to add an international flavour to the site.

I drew the short straw and got sent to the mighty US of A, while co-rockstar was left spinning bottles, flaring cocktails, bouncing shakers and spading Camps Bay glitterati in his cockdiesel black beater.

Actually I think I got the long straw but we’ll compared notes later to reveal the truth. Anyway the short result is that I am in the land of the strip mall for close on two months and will do my 'bestest' (that’s a word here) to try and uncover how rockstars live in this part of the world.

As a side from this I also aim to uncover the biggest douchebag on my trip (that’s another word here). Douchebag is the term given to categorise those out right idiots of the world. In SA or more specifically Cape Town context think those absolute beauts who lean against the burger pie counter from 1am onwards at 24 hour woolworths exchanging mythical drinking tales or barraging defenseless females with their heroics of slipping past the bouncer and 200 queuing minnows outside Pulse before mainlining Jager-bombers and dancing on the bar with that gold-belted shirtless Mexican looking fellow.

You know the kind I’m talking about. They are as ubiquitous in Cape Town as gay marriages will be in Sea Point post Friday. I’m going to try unearthing these amazing fellows here and exposing them to the world. My reason? I like being amazed, and they’re amazing…

Lata ya’all.

RSLJ: Article 6 The Battle

Every rockstar is constantly faced by a variety of trials and tribulations in every day life and beyond. Now of all these little tests or life battles, some are common to all rockstars whereas some are unique to only certain of them. These unique ones depend on the type of star the rock is and the type of life he would lead.

-----------------------------------------Battles: Strategic

To add a personal edge to the article I’ll share some of my personal life battles. The everyday mundane ones include which beater to sport under my t-shirt, whether or not to upsize my ‘vide’ americano to a grande and whether to smash a chicken burger before or after 5th period. The more significant ones go along the lines of which course to study or whether to do an ‘all-nighter’ or to hit the sack immediately and try wake up at 4am. Of course there are more important emotional ones but neither do I want to write about them nor do you want to read about them. [if the urge to read about such emotional battles persists try cosmo.com or a heavy dose of vodka and sleeping pills]

Despite the different types of lives men have and the difference in their degree of rockstarism all men share one type of battle. One horrible facet that plays an important role as any in the world war that is our life is that of ‘Pulling Chicks’.

Now ‘pulling chicks’ is not the cockdiesel quote a rockstar throws out as the goal of an evening out, we leave that to the collar-up backwardsideways trucker-sporting idiots. ‘Pulling chicks’ is the generic term for coaxing the most beautiful women (according to our means) to linger within enough propinquity so as to fall prey to our magnetic charm and rico gearish finishing ability. No matter what degree of rockstarism will hang from the eulogy on your tombstone, every guy will ‘battle’ in this department.

You see that ability of your ‘pull’ is of no consequence when it comes to sweeping a showstopper off her feet. Showstoppers are not the metaphorical marlins you hear about during drunken Greenman conversations that jump into your boat and catch you unawares. Showstoppers require a hard arduous determined battle that I dare to define as a war of attrition. You really have to work, you really have to battle.

However there is a part of my coherent argument that is a wee bit fallacious. You see the part about where all men share this battle? Well if it is the rule, then there is an anomaly. Now I haven’t met the rockstar but he certainly doesn’t share this ‘battle’ with the rest of us. In fact the only battle he probably has to fight is where best to spend his wealth of good looks, fame, fortune and omnipotent given talent.


Dan Carter certainly doesn’t battle with pulling chicks. The dude is 23. He is the first choice flyhalf for the best rugby team in the world, which means he is the best flyhalf in the world. And if you doubt that then ask the IRB. Now I was pretty sure by watching the kid carve any type of defence thrown at him, kick a pigskin through uprights from any angle, run circles around every nationality of mere mortal defence and that assisted with his good looks he was always going to whip chicks. However he now just got the accolade of the best rugby player in the world for 2005.

You know that sick feeling you have in your stomach on how disgusting it is that he got all that in one go well its about to grow like a cancerous tumour. When asked about his award he replied, “it’s been a pretty big year and I feel pretty humble to receive an award like this…”

So the oke is like a 9, he has more sporting gifts than an aspiring jock on his 7th birthday, he has girls drooling over him like he was the latest addition to the Guess accessory range and worst of all he is so supremely confident in himself he can be disgustingly humble.


So that adds to our shared battle, cause now we have to battle him and he is like the wall of Jericho. Never fear though if we join forces he is little we can take him…

The Filly, The Witch and The Competition...

Okay so CS Lewis was onto nothing at all similar to what I am but whatever. So I have been harping on about this America's Hottest College Chick compo just cause it is ...well...blady awesome. It's like the super 12 but without rugby and not in april. Anyway the four finalists has been chosen and with reference to the post below, we have:

Semi Final 1: Chelsea v Sara
Semi Final 2: Rachel v Allie

Now for the one we have chosen to back. It was a tough decision to make was this one but not cause we don't find it obvious who the hottest girl is but for because a certain rockstar (aka accomplice contributor) drank an amount to which it would be quoting to describe and has been unavailable for sometime now to have the capacity to be conferred with, and we have had to deal with the horrible fact that our IDOL filly got axed from the final two for this weekends show down, and have since doubted our abilities. We gave our faith to Nicky when she changed her name from the beastly dutch-esque vera-whatever and placed it mainly in her ample bosom and sexy legs. Unfortunately the requirements in SA to be an singing Idol is the same as been a radio personality, looks play no roll. (look no further than Gareth Cliff for proof, if your stomach is strong enough.) We've decided to back ourselves and Sara...

Moving on I made reference in a previous post about uncovering an interesting twist in the competition. Prosecution would like to submit evidence:

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Now the first picture is what Rachel used to accelerate herself quickly into the quarter finals. It is a great depiction of what looks like an incredible tanned body sexily strewn over satin sheets in bright lighting. Very conducive to prompting half the male population of the world to vote for you! However she was obivously (assumed) to have been asked enter a more clear photo of herself as she is obviously cheating the camera and the votes. Hence the 2nd photo where it is exposed that her gavinhenson skin colour is actually closer to a scottish square dancers calves which goes with her flaming wortal hair...

There is no doubting the witch has a fit body but I would like to laud the man who uncovered and pursued this truth. Can you imagine the injustice of serenading a girl, taking her home to the comfort of darkness only to discover the next morning that she flames jumping from her scalp? Not cool...

I Just Want To Feel...

How cool is the internet? Whenever something new and wicked comes around people always use that killer cliché “it’s the coolest thing since sliced bread”... What a crock of shit. How can glorified carbohydrates shaped in thin longitudinal segments be considered the bench mark of civilization. Surely sedgeways, blogspots, ipods or mini pizzas out strip Albany’s finest in the last dash for the title…

Okay even if they don’t, the internet definitely does. I know there are some extreme technocratic psycho conspiracy theorists out there that think it is a tool the US government uses to control civilization by perpetuating 3rd world debt, stealing credit card details and distributing porn to the rest of the world so as to retard the rest of the world’s ability to gain power and develop into a contender when it comes to the World Cup of Big Dog nations quadrennial, but such people are twats.


But how cool is this net thing anyway? Sure you can buy anything from asian children to sliced bread on it but for fuck sakes you can’t buy Robbie Williams tickets. Fair, maybe it is just SA’s lack of a decent website in Computicket.com (our powers have been retarded by the US and their sneaky schemes) that couldn’t cope with the inundation of screaming female fans that logged on at 9am this morning or this net thing is overrated.

I just wanted to feel the that amazing flash mobbing sensations of 10000 like minded screaming school girl fans and most of Cape Town’s ‘Seapoint’ residency pushing and shoving me to and fro whilst that pommie ex-boyband Rockstar serenades some knebworth-esque fat bitch with one of his wicked tracks…

Oh well…

We're Back...

I know it has been an absolute age since we put something up but you know how demanding preparing for a world tour can be. But now that lifes lesser commitmets (and the subsequent 3 day binge) are out the way we will be back doing this...

And to herald this great occassion is a lovely little post that we have promised ages ago about how the collegehumor.com America's Hottest College Girl is going.

Well we know who 2 of the final four are and who is contending for the remaing two spots. AND I uncovered an intersting little twist in the competitive saga... all will be revealed...

And representing the North part of the country is: Chelsea

And represnting the East: Rachel

Slogging it out for the West: Jacintha v Sara

and for the South: Miranda v Allie

So those are the girls that have been narrowed down from the countless nubile chicks that managed to get past the screening stage. We're going to pick a favourite and back our filly. (just as soon as rockstar accomplice wakes up from his hangover...)

Up to you....

Depending on your personal preference in regard to silly arb witty humour you'll either love these or think they really stupid...

1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. Theceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.

2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, "I'll serve you,but don't start anything."

3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.

4. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says:"A beer please, and one for the road."

6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"

7. "Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home.'" "That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome." "Is it common?" Well, "It's Not Unusual."

8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning." "I don't believe you,"says Dolly. "It's true, no bull!" exclaims Daisy.

9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.

10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.

11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn't find any.

12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted,"Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know you can't - I've cut off your arms!"

13. I went to a seafood disco last week...and pulled a mussel.

14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!".

16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire inthe craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standingin the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After aboutan hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse."But why?", they asked, as they moved off. "Because", he said, "I can'tstand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."

18. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption.One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The othergoes to a family in Spain; they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sendsa picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture,she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."

19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.
This made him (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good)....A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

20. And finally, there was the person who pu twenty different puns in his blogspot, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make people laugh. No pun in ten did.

Monday Girl (late...)


Yes Yes I know its tuesday but monday was busy, so its not my fault that Brook is late but I would mind giving it a try...(making her late that is...late for work)

The Debate:

We said it was coming and it is. Our two Rockstar contributors [Rockstar & GH#12 ] will be going keyboard-to-keyboard in a randomly selected debate. We randomly chose an interesting topic and then randomly chose sides. Hopefully the results won't be random.

The rules of the stand-off:
Purport your argument in less than 500 words and keep profanity to a minimum, actually fuck it just keep it short.
Otherwise, its no holds barred.

The Topic:
Rat Pack v Frat Pack












It should be good and it should be coming soon...

George Orwell...

I know the whole Orwelian Big Brother is watching you things is one of the biggest cliches ever used, but I am jumping on the band wagon - even though I know its like flogging a dead horse, and that you should never kick a man when he is down or count your chickens before they hatch or call any kettle black - I am just going to do it.

We ... are watching you. Yes YOU! Yes, you in Mauritius.

Are you here?

Just hope you read the site and laugh and don't sit there and shake your head. I am going to take this opportunity to invite you to comment when you choose. Please feel free...

RSLJ: Article 5 Perception or Deception.

In order to achieve the rockstar pecuniary status required in later life, my current academic commitments, such as they are, have retarded my recent posting ability. I have desired for some time to prove an, as yet, unverified theory and have sherlocked (sir doyleism) onto an instance of truth that should confirm it. Given the study break I find myself in, I feel it an injustice not to go ahead and prove this theory.

You diligent rockstar readers out there will be familiar with the idea that ‘when it rains it pours’ and you not utterly obtuse people out there will be familiar with the truth that girls get attracted to guys who have girlfriends. The Theory is that girls go for a guy cause of his ‘vibe’. Like the word sturdy, ‘vibe’ is a strong word except it is strong in relevance not in meaning.

I feel it is a word that I am as present too much of a literary neophyte to attempt to define in depth so you will have to do with an analogy: "A man’s vibe to a woman is akin to dog’s inherent desire to chase a moving car." The mutt has no clue why it has the urge or what it is going to do if it catches it but it is dead set urged on doing so.

Actually that is a crap analogy as the said woman is totally mindful of her intentions upon catching her man and more important she hopefully doesn’t look like a canine. Anyway the point is girls love that intangible thing that a guy ‘throws out there’! [vibe talk] This is the reason that chicks love a guy that already has a girlfriend, that and they are two-faced, lying crackwhores…I digress.

So here is my proof that this vibe thing is undeniable:

My mate Joey has this mate. Let’s call him Craig, wait that is his name so it would ruin my pseudonym, so for the sake of being mysterious, let’s call him Vince.

Vince is a good-looking guy. He is tall, handsome, long, intelligent, a good listener, plays the guitar and can pass both ways. He is an absolute catch but has never been hit on like a short ball from a slow bowler. Vince got himself a girlfriend. She was a horrible little wench of a cretin but she did two things to Vinny both which were to his advantage. She rode him like the Cobra at Ratanga and she changed his ‘vibe’.


Vince dumped the little nymph like 3 weeks ago and his vibe has undergone a transformation that would make Evita Bezuidenhout jealous. Random girls will come up to him and flock him when we go out. (they used to flock his better-vibed mates but no longer) They would shower him with compliments, baits, propositions and the lure of an exclusive viewing of their La Senza collections.

More substantial proof however has been amongst girls that knew Vince before the accelerated vibe growth. Totally unable, or just plain too stupid, girls couldn’t admit what had changed. They started to say things like he has cut his hair differently, he is dressing differently, he has got more ripped, he is more tanned and a lot richer. None of these are remotely true, the little ex-wench wasn’t Rachael Weiss, she only engorged his thing she didn’t shape it. Vince has always dressed like he has and has had that haircut since last summer. (it is still stylish now so must have been rockstarish then) The thing that has changed is the way he carries himself, his 'vibe'.

The hilarity of the reasons girls would come up with cause they don’t understand the Vibe Theory® is incredible and doesn’t look like its going to abate anytime soon. I feel this ample proof that although girls go for the big attractions that everyone assumes chick dig you still can’t beat the vibe.

Summary in one quote: Jonny Carson was once posed a question on how he became such a star? He answered: "I started out a gaseous state and cooled…"

Monday's Girl ...



I like boats. Boats with girls on them. Boats with girls in bikinis on them. Boats with seductively pouting girls in bikinis on them. Remember, we're going to be helping you countdown to CollegeHumour's Hottest College Girl from the quarterfinal stage. Watch this space. Or the one above it. With the bikini.

Revenge Attack or Bird Flu:

This just in: This past Thursday, around late evening, what can only be described as a horrible incident occurred in front of what can only be described as the castle from ‘Chitty-chitty-Bang-Bang’. The incident has left authorities perplexed and the international community mournful.

Interpol is handling the issue (an issue involving someone of such high international stature requires it) and confirmed that since Nandoes publicly denied any involvement whatsoever there can be only one explanation: That we at the Rockstar Journals are to blame…

Experts are investigating whether a recent Rockstar posting concerning the deceased, indirectly, inflamed and instigated a vicious rumour of paedophilic tendancies on behalf of the victim and the resultant public backlash has been a spree of vigilante type attacks. We don’t accept liability but do think it possible.

However we haven’t ruled out bird flu…

Hummers AREN'T shameful…!

This is brilliant. I have stumbled on an extreme of human idiocy. This guy has a website running that has the sole aim of ridding the streets of the coolest SUV available. Now I love ‘hummers’, but the vehicles are pretty cool to. This is what his site advocates:

“This is your chance to intelligently object to them. Hummers, Humvees, H2, H3 and whatever they roll out with next have no place in logical and socially-conscious suburban society, and this is how we should express this disparity: GO DOWN ON A HUMMER”

“Take pictures of yourselves or your friends giving a Hummer the thumbs-down sign, and email them to me. We'll build up a library of these thumbs-down pictures and maybe, just maybe...change the world.”

He argues that giving a passing by hummer the ‘bird’ has no ‘intelligent’ purpose and one should rather take a picture with your capsized thumb in view. Come the fuck on. That is so pathetic. Is this really the most intelligent objection you can muster? These are his reasons:

“For all these reasons and more, give a Hummer a thumbs-down:
• Disgustingly poor gas mileage (10 to 15 mpg)
• Never used as marketed (You'll rarely see more than one person in a Hummer, they're always car-wash clean, and they're never hauling cargo)
• Dangerous to other cars because drivers aren't aware of the size of their vehicle
• Opulence and materialism is a plague of society, not a hallmark
To all HUMMER owners: we're not poor jealous hippies. We're intelligent and often well-salaried human beings who understand that what you're doing is wrong.”

Fair enough they suck non-renewable resources like a tank and they do contribute more toxic emissions than your average family sedan, but unless you drive a Toyota Prius who the fuck are you to criticize these vehicular behemoths. I love the reasons 2 and 3 though. What ‘logical and intelligent’ argument can you create about something because it isn’t used for purpose it is marketed, and how an owner has the ability to have the resources to be opulent but not the powers of perception to notice how big a Hummer is. They're pretty damn big, you can really misjudge that.


What a twat. Hummers are rockstarish… I say GO DOWN FOR A HUMMER.

FYI: The third addition to the family H3, is being produced in our very own Queenstown, EC. Cool huh?

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

While we generally try to bring you original and entertaining information from around the world (or from just around the corner from where I live) - in this case 1 out of 2 ain't bad. Although we blatantly glassed this from another website, it seemed amusing enough to risk eternal damnation.

Rockstars, we present South Africa's very own - SpongeBob SquarePants.

Mexican Standoff ...

At the TRJ they tended to take arguments a little too seriously ...

Keep your eye peeled (or don't - depending on how far you want to push your anatomical luck) for the upcoming series of debates on ... anything. Over the next few weeks TRJ are going to choose a topic and debate it before your very eyes. How exciting.

Meatheads Only!

Front page of the Cape Times this morning has an article about how Bevin Cornelius and his 4 friends were ‘asked to leave’ two pubs when they attempted to watch the Currie Cup finals. I can see two logical reasons as to why management would request patrons to leave on such occasion.

Logical reason 1: The 5 patrons were sporting Cheetahs jerseys and the establishment was the ‘Ons Bloed is Blou’ pub off Zambezi Drive in North Pretoria.
Logical Reason 2: The said pub was the ‘Skop en Duik’ on the R463 between Koffiefontein and Petrusburg, and the said patrons were sporting Anton Leonard benefit year t-shirts.

30 years ago the logical, and lawfully accepted reason, could merely have been that Bevin (no relation to Bevin Fontuin) and his mates were not white enough. Then peculiar I find it that this anachronistic reason in the very one given on this occasion.

I have never been to Villiersdorp and must admit I probably won’t summer there but who the (for the lack of a better word) fuck do these meatheads think they are. We have had one of the most progressive Bill of Rights in the world since the 4th of February 1997 and no where in it is there a section protecting the right to be a bonehead.

Imagine slap bang in there between the right to life and the right to human dignity is Section X: Everyone has the right to being a bonehead. It looks like a Springbok wing in a Blue Bulls backline, anomalous.

The problem is that there isn’t a solution to this problem. You can’t journey back through time to replay the game and have the course of events run differently. Mr Cornelius et al does have legal recourse but it’ll cost a hefty amount to bring this case before Pius Langa and his buddies. You can’t petrol bomb the pub, as those stupid tactics are no longer necessary. (and at R5,85 a litre it’ll cost the same as legal fees)

Even if you could find a way to fine the bastards and make them open their doors to all you won’t change their archaic mindset, and they’ll just move to another building. They’ll be boneheads for life. Even grammatically poor yet stylistically effervescent webblog articles won’t bring about change.

Best thing to do is wait for these boneheads to die out and pray that they don’t pass on their ignorance to their next generation. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when Bevin Fontein scored the first of the Cheetahs comeback tries…

The Beer debate: Miller v Bud.

This debate is rather moot in our beloved RSA as Budweiser is not exactly easy to come by and we have more prominent local beers to choose from, besides it is not one a rockstar of any intellectual demeanor or profuse free time is interested enough to delve into. So if you thought this was going to be a well-structured coherent argument purporting both sides of a beer debate you are misguided. [however if such debate does tickle your thirst try ‘allicareaboutisbeer.blogspot.com’ or another site of less interesting topics like our own]

Instead I have found an interesting little story on a news site that is worth posting. As stated we are not a site that looks to spend oodles of free time sustaining such trivial topic as which beer is better nor are we one of those sites that spends time cutting and pasting stories from current American news sites and pawning them off as our own. [we don’t do that cause (a) it’s a flooded market (b) we don’t have the patience and (c) the arduous task of referencing other peoples stuff is such a hassle that we prefer to Stephan Glass it and hope we don’t get caught]

Fuck I digress. Anyway this is the story:

-------------------------------------Your company needs YOU!

“The battle of the beers took a new twist in Racine this week when a Miller beer distributor fired an employee whose picture was in the paper. He was drinking a Bud Light.”

“In Racine at the Mardi Crawl on Main Street, a newspaper photographer asked a group of revelers to pose for a picture. The only problem was that a man holding a Bud Light worked for a Miller distributor.”

The poor dude said, "I was just having a good time."

I think it’s hilarious it would create a pretty interesting legal debate up on Constitutional Hill if you had the free time and legal resources. His boss didn’t state that he was fired because of the photograph but that he was ‘merely surplus to requirements’! This is speculation but I reckon he was axed cause of what he was wearing and that he was at a Mardi Gras festival. I think my argument is as compelling as the one to drink Bud light…

-----------------------------------------Budlight: Compelling

Monday Girl...

I felt obliged...[well I wish I felt obliged]

--------------------------------------Obliged: Blair A

Fairytales, Ducks and Odds…

One of my favourite movie genres has to be “sporting-underdogs-comeback-from-impossible-odds”! Ever since Michael Jordan got sucked down a golf hole to lead 5 Looney Tunes to a 2 points victory over those gargantuan aliens in extra-time of Space Jam, since Emilio Estevez’s took that fatherless figure-skater under his wing (intended) and together they allowed the Ducks to over come insurmountable odds, poverty and Emilio's dodgy past to secure 2 league titles and an international victory, and since Robert Moxom threw down the shackles of parental pressure, professionalism, strip clubs and whipped cream bikinis to enable his side to defeat their overzealous coach Bud Kilner and claim a State Championship have I loved these movies.

I cheered and shouted when they scored, I cried when they won and I wasn’t surprised when they made a 30 points turn around in the last quarter to claim the win. The scripts to these movies are so outrageous that only their teenage demographic are gullible enough to believe that it could happen in real life yet we all love them…

However it does happen! 25-12 down with 15 min to play the, basically anonymous, Free State team clawed back to score 3 times (2 tries and a penalty) against the Blue Bulls taking the score to 29-25, and then held out for 5 long minutes to claim a Currie Cup they haven’t had for close on three decades.

It was absolutely incredible. Playing away at the stronghold of Broedebond rugby, Loftus Versfeld, everyone knew the Cheetahs were the underdogs and only the most loyal of Orange Free State farmers even gave them a chance. It was an insurmountable task. And at 22-9 down with 30 minutes to go everyone expected the Bulls to claim their 4th successive victory and make any knowledgeable rugby enthusiast vomit into his Woolworths biltong packet for the 4th consecutive time...


Instead grown men wept, minnows gained faith, Jerry Maguire started to believe and neutral rugby supporters around the country smiled as they would now stop playing that beastly Steve Hofmeyer song…

Oh and Auckland beat Otago 39 -11 in a try fest...

Round 3: Ding.

As the quest to find the hottest college girl in America (courtesy collegehumor.com) marches on we find ourselves at the end of Round 2 and just one round away from the quaters. I'm excited.

_____________________________ElizaE
If you do the math, like I have, and think you've done it correctly, like I do, then we left with 32 girls! Here is the 31 addition to the list. [Number 32 wasn't worth putting up] Will bring you an all 16 recap before the quaters.