Time to go to Rehab (Anyone)

Randy chuckled.

"Alright Lauren." He said.

"I mean, I can't spend all my time with Kelly Osbourne and Lindsey Lohan...I'll kill myself" she said. "But with my baby, I can have endless amounts of fun"

Randy chuckled.

"You need other friends besides baby." Randy said.

"Oh so I should become friends with Kelly and Lindsey? Two fucked up crackheads. Great plan Randy"

"There are other people you can hang out with Lauren." Randy said.

"Well I don't know which other celbrities are in the rehab" she said.

"Doubt they are famous"

"Well hanging out with them won't do you any good." Randy said.

"I think I'll just be a bitch, and tan all day" she shrugged.

"That works, though your tan will never be as good as mine." Randy said.

"Pu-lease. My tan owns your tan....when I get the time to tan"

"You're losing it sis, no it doesn't." Randy said.

"My tan doesn't come in a bottle" she said.

"Not all of have the luxury of being able to sit around outside and tanning." Randy said.

"Well I can" she smiled. "But ofcourse I get a spray tan, if I need it" she said.

"My tan is still better Lauren, face it." Randy said

"I'll face it when it's true"

"You're looking right at the proof and the truth." Randy said.

"Not"

"You're in denial." Randy said.

"You keep telling yourself that" she said. "Now get my suitcase and make yourself usefull" she teased. "I need to finish packing"

"Can I get a please? Then I'd consider it." Randy said.

"Pu-leeeease"

"Fine, I'll help." Randy chuckled.

"Thank you" she said.

Randy kissed the top of Lauren's head before grabbing her suitcase.

"Need anything else Queen Lauren?" He chuckled.