Mike: So I suppose we should post something about trying out for the World Series of Pop Culture, huh?

Heather: No way. Let's let everyone be surprised when they see our sexy selves smiling out at them from their TVs.

Mike: OK, fine. Wanna talk about Dr. Burke hating gay people some more?

Heather: Definitely not. Who ever heard of going to rehab just for being a dick? Some ailments are incurable. So, remind me how this whole audition thing came about: Last year, I got an email from Entertainment Weekly announcing upcoming try-outs for the "World Series of Pop Culture," a gameshow-type collaboration between the magazine and VH1, where teams of three try to prove their mastery of useless pop culture trivia. I recognized immediately that this was perfect for you, me and our giant brains, so I forwarded the info to you, right?

Mike: Remind you? Umm, I think that's about it. Then, I recommended we bring my friend Erin aboard, 'cause she once impressed me with her knowledge of the history of "The Hogan Family" and was on "Beat The Geeks." So we filled out some long-ass questionnaires (and I'm guessing had the best answers evaaaar) and they called us and told us to show up in Beverly Hills this Saturday.

Heather: There was a little more to it than that, I think. We had to send in photos (see above re: sexy selves), come up with a team name, and buy matching shirts, too.

Mike: Well, we haven't actually bought the shirts yet. I'm trying to do that today actually. Our team name is Nickel Nickel Nine, though. So we're reppin' Fresno hard. Be proud, y'all. We're doing this for YOU.

Heather: Nickel Nickel Nine =559 (our area code). I had to throw that out there for my mom or anyone else who isn't in the 'No. (Pun!) It was either Nickel Nickel Nine or shirts with Kevin Federline's face on them. Thank god for everyone involved that FTK doesn't sell those. Wait - they don't, right?

Mike: No. And hi to Heather's mom if she's reading this. I'm sure she'd be proud if we're able to eventually go to New York and compete for $250,000. That'll take care of your car and my wedding.

Heather: Good. 'Cuz as it stands, I have no ride to your wedding. So, are we done here? Look for details about the audition and how we will have kicked ass next week on the Beehive and all that...

Mike: Unless we see Britney while we're in Hollywood and you go berzerk on her and get locked up. Which might actually happen.

Heather: Only because she deserves it.