Gosh, after society collapses, I sure hope I don't have to spend any time shucking corn with those two in my Argentinian bunker. Division of labor is bad enough when you've got to carry potable water, spare me the ho boasting/dissing. I don't care how promiscuous you are: we'd be repopulating the earth, after all. Shut up and get shucking.
I think VainJane and I worked it all out: Herself, Casey Kasem, Ally Sheedy, Gary Sinise, Marv Albert, Paul McCartney, and myself will be repopulating the earth when things go all kerplooey. We're in desperate need of a blonde and selected people of color; Mary J. Blige could suffice for both.
As for rough-talking, terrifically young, council-estate bred English girls turned pop stars, faux or genuine, Sinhalese or Anglo-Saxon--we'll need them, too. Mary J. will knock the sass right out of them.
We'll need more breeder hens, so Fergie and Nelly will do, but they gotta promise to fight nice, like my mother always taught me. None of this overly literal Biggie/Tupac business. "Sticks and stones" will get messy when you really only have sticks and stones. One more mess I'll not be cleaning up.
We'll likely only have pointed sticks after awhile, having wasted our stones driving back the unworthy from the compound gates. I see their heads on pikes now: the b-listers, the hangers-on, the reality TV stars--and yes, Paris--their talking heads all finally silenced.
Except for Marv and Casey. Those two are nasty. Big Grand Poobah helmets for the both of them. Sorry, Paul.