Oh, Robin Antin! You've plumped your lips so full of collagen that I can't understand a single thing you say! When I was 9, I drank a bee! It was in my can of soda and I when I tipped my head back to drink, the bee flew out of the can and into my mouth and it stung me right on the tongue! And it hurt like the dickens! And my tongue swelled up! And was so very hurty! And I couldn't talk coherently! And that, Robin Antin, is exactly what you sound like when you try to talk.
Incidentally, those who know me know that I almost always drink using a straw. This is NOT because of the bee flying into my mouth situation! It is an entirely different compulsive behavior that is independent from the bee/mouth/ouchy incident. However, with newfound hindsight, I really do advocate straw-drinking as a very fabulous way to prevent bees from flying into one's mouth.
PS: I am down with GIRLICIOUS but I miss the premise of last year's incarnation when the girls were competing for a slot in the Pussycat Dolls (although: Asia who? Jigga what?) and sometimes a crew member or stagehand type would refer to the contestants as "pussykittens" and that is one my very most favorite neologisms of late.