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When I’m Right, I’m Right

VJ Logan from America’s Most Smartest Model

So we’re leaving Shag in Hollywood last night, due to the tragic lack of hot men there that night, and we’re waiting for the valet to bring our car around, when I spot this dude getting into the VIP line.

“This is retarded,” I tell my girls. “Just when we’re leaving, the hottest guy I’ve seen in forever shows up here.”

My friends gave me shit. “He’s not that hot!” they say. “You’re crazy!” They start laughing at me and shaking their heads. But I stick to my guns. “That guy is gorgeous,” I tell them. Just to annoy me and my kinda shy real-life personality, they go up and start chatting with him. They’re handing him their numbers as the valet brings my convertible around. “Get in the car!” I scream at them. I’m just plain mad at them now.

We’ve made it about a block down Cahuenga when he shouts at us. “Hey! Can I get a ride to Tokio?”

We tell him to hop in — we’re headed for Sunset, so he’s on our way. He says he’s just done the red carpet at the Roosevelt for some movie premiere there.

“Where would I know you from?” I ask.

“I’m on that new Vh1 show about models,” he says.

“America’s Most Smartest Model?” I ask. He nods.

When I’m right, I’m right, you guys.

Oh, and my friends gave him their numbers, but you know who got his?

Yeah.

Boo-yah, motherfuckers.

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