The scene: Gina's digestive tract at approximately 2am Tuesday morning.
Stomach: I'm bored.
Large Intestine: Yeah, me too.
Stomach: You know, I realized as we were watching the Golden Globes how much Gina has just let herself go.
Small Intestine: Yeah, it's a real shame. I mean, if she were to lose some weight, she could give that Scarlett Johanssen a run for her money.
Stomach: Well, let's just say that I think she could at least beat out Melanie Griffiths.
Large Intestine: Melanie Griffiths for sure!
Stomach: OK then, who's with me on making sure that nothing more solid than oatmeal passes her lips for at least the next 48 hours? I say we just send it out both ways and that should give her a great jump start on losing some of that extra blubber!
Small Intestine: I'm in!
Large Intestine: Well, who gets to go first?
Stomach: Hmmmm, I think we should just do rock, paper, scissors.
Stomach: Damn, I will never understand why paper beats rock, but there it is.
Large Intestine: Wheee! I get to go first!
Stomach: As long as I get to give her the maximum pain and discomfort until I win, I'm on board. Even if it takes until 10am tomorrow morning.
Stomach, Large Intestine, Small Intestine: Gooooooo team!