Post by Sunshine Martyn on Sept 2, 2010 16:20:31 GMT -4
As Head of Household, Sam had to nominate two housemates for eviction. The following is his speech and decision exactly as he submitted it to Alexandra and myself. We asked Sam to send the ceremony to us instead of posting it to ensure that there was enough time for housemates to post DRs about recent events in the house before the nominees were announced.
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Okay guys, Sam Peppah here wiv' yo weekly nominations. This week is plain and simple. I don't love you all. I don't wish I couldn't nominate anyone. Charley and Rachael are goin' up, I said it 'free seconds after I won HOH, I stick to it now, but they're still makin' me pull keys, so I'll do it, so woteva.
First key fing goes to:
Ragan. You're gay, but if you were a girl, I'd do you. That was, if you weren't like, thirty, and actually cute.
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Rachel. Your hair is as red as a coca cola can. I'd like to pour coke all over your breasts, then stick wax paper strips to them, and see if we can get the odd white hair out.
Natalie. You're a whore, and I like it. Lactate all ovah me any day.
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Sophie, if me and my family were ever to go on a trip to the mountains, and it was my turn to choose, we'd be going on your right tit of a mountain.
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Brigitte. Saxon doesn't need to get fucked, I do. I got the HOH keys, girl.
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Nikki, I love your diary room tantrums, and that's why you're staying. I especially love the cheap doors on this house so paper thin we can hear them not only from the bedroom, but outside the house. My pillows soaked in tears of lafftuh.
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John James, come out of the closet.
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Charlie, I'm saving you only because you don't spell your name C H A R L E Y. If it was that, you'd be goin' up.
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Finally, Jen. I like stealing your thongs when you're asleep.
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Charley, go home, please. I don't fucking like you, and the Charley Show will end sooner than latah.
Rachael, the doors to the left, to the left, everything you own is in the box to the left. Now be like your box, and piss off thru the left door.
Sam Peppah, out.
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The PoV Drawings will be up shortly.
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Okay guys, Sam Peppah here wiv' yo weekly nominations. This week is plain and simple. I don't love you all. I don't wish I couldn't nominate anyone. Charley and Rachael are goin' up, I said it 'free seconds after I won HOH, I stick to it now, but they're still makin' me pull keys, so I'll do it, so woteva.
First key fing goes to:
Ragan. You're gay, but if you were a girl, I'd do you. That was, if you weren't like, thirty, and actually cute.
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Rachel. Your hair is as red as a coca cola can. I'd like to pour coke all over your breasts, then stick wax paper strips to them, and see if we can get the odd white hair out.
Natalie. You're a whore, and I like it. Lactate all ovah me any day.
--
Sophie, if me and my family were ever to go on a trip to the mountains, and it was my turn to choose, we'd be going on your right tit of a mountain.
--
Brigitte. Saxon doesn't need to get fucked, I do. I got the HOH keys, girl.
--
Nikki, I love your diary room tantrums, and that's why you're staying. I especially love the cheap doors on this house so paper thin we can hear them not only from the bedroom, but outside the house. My pillows soaked in tears of lafftuh.
--
John James, come out of the closet.
--
Charlie, I'm saving you only because you don't spell your name C H A R L E Y. If it was that, you'd be goin' up.
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Finally, Jen. I like stealing your thongs when you're asleep.
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Charley, go home, please. I don't fucking like you, and the Charley Show will end sooner than latah.
Rachael, the doors to the left, to the left, everything you own is in the box to the left. Now be like your box, and piss off thru the left door.
Sam Peppah, out.
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The PoV Drawings will be up shortly.
