Boyfriends

You really hafta give Donna Martin credit - at some point she decided "you know, having a boyfriend who prances around like a complete homo whispering insipid ballads while dancing in parachute pants is bad enough, but I really think I can ratchet things up by dating an earnest by-the-numbers pussy singer/songwriter who at least will slap me around and fuck Valerie behind my back." I mean, is it possible to come up with enough Arby's gift certificates to convince these guys to have an Armageddon-inspired, once-and-for-all Battle of the Unlistenable Bands? Whosucksmorepalooza - winner gets Donna, loser has to play with Andrea's balls.