Shit comes with the fakeness, but I'm like "whatevs." You know? Audrina? Whitney? Their attraciveness is Real with me. Whitney (B'tizz-ney?) and LC face serious crisis when they get their wires crossed as to when to effin' start the Marc Jacobs Young Hollywood fashion show cause Hilary Duff is all late n'shit, but, yo ... everything works isself out. The Hills is like life, everything works isself out. Justin Bobby has to regulate on some lame-zone indie band bassist when he's all sweatin' on Audrina. (Yo, man, Audrina? Holy smokes! You want to talk about B'tizz? Let's talk about Audrina.) Justin Bobby is all "She's pretty good," when the bassist asks if Audrina is available. Then he repeats it. "She's pretty good." Lay-zo bassist understands Justin Bobby's deep subtessual meaning and backs off. Or he might just be afraid of Justin Bobby's cool, deep, LA-faux-Buddhist spirituality.
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