The Backstreet Boys were extra-excited when they were asked to perform at "Men Strike Back". They viewed it as their chance to prove their talent to the world, and they eagerly accepted it with glee!
     The Boys and Sting decided to meet at around eleven in the morning on the day of taping, that way they could discuss what songs they should do together. But at eleven, one Boy was missing. As you can guess, that Boy was AJ.
     At eleven that morning, AJ was laying stark naked in his bed, three girls laying next to him. He had a lot to drink the night before and since Amanda wasn't in town...DRINK TILL YA THROW UP AND BANG TILL YA DROP!!!!
     That was the scene...until all hell broke loose.
     A loud thud, and the door was kicked open, causing AJ and his three girls to wake up. Three large muscular men draped in black came rushing in, causing the girls to scream and AJ to cover himself up. However, the men didn't care, and grabbed AJ, pulling him out of his bed.
     "Put on a robe," one of the men ordered.
     As the girls began to cry, AJ put on a silk robe and threw a couple of hundreds at the girls for their services. He tried to say something to them, but the men took his arms and they led him out of his hotel room.
     They led him out of the hotel through the back way and to a long, sleek black limo. They threw him inside and AJ was surprised to stare into the face of Juan...his Colombian drug lord.
     "AJ, my man. Sorry to interrupt your time with those bitches, but business calls," Juan greeted, puffing on a fat cigar.
     Although AJ was CLEARLY nervous, he tried to play it cool. "No problem, man."
     "We've got business, AJ. A kind of business I don't like."
     Instantly AJ was nervous. "What's up, man?"
     "It has come to my attention that you haven't been paying your bills for your cocaine."
     Oh shit. Absolutely petrified at this point, AJ tried to come up with something smooth. "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk-"
     "Cut the shit, AJ. You're lucky I haven't offed your ass. You're lucky that you're famous and you're my best customer."
     AJ sat back and kept his mouth shut, for fear that Juan or one of his bodyguards would break his jaw. Juan sighed as he stroked his chin, trying to find a solution to this problem. He truly liked AJ, but his little habit of not paying was good for business. Suddenly...
     "Eureka!"
     AJ almost jumped 60,000 feet in the air as Juan laughed. "All right, AJ. Normally I wouldn't allow this, but you're in luck. I'm willing to let this slide."
     "Yipee!" AJ cried with joy.
     "On two conditions. One, any more drugs I sell to you, you pay for. Two, you've got to find a way to make your group look like dumbasses on this TV special."
     AJ's mouth dropped open, and his first instinct was to shout "No!" Luckily, his common sense kicked in and he kept his mouth shut. He knew that Juan was being extremely kind by letting this go and he was NOT about to blow it. "What do you want me to do?"
     "It's up to you. I know you're taping some TV show and I'm gonna watch it so I can see what you decide. Good luck, AJ," Juan explained.
     With that, Juan's bodyguards threw AJ out of the limo and he made his way back to hotel room to get dressed and meet the guys.
     On the way to meet the other Boys, AJ racked his brain, thinking about what he could do. God, he was supposed to think while hung-over? Damn! He knew he should have begged Amanda to pay his bills from Juan!
     He finally reached the theater and just blew off the promoters, Nick, Brian, and Howie, who were all ready to bust major arteries. "You're so lucky Kevin got some last night! If he hadn't, he would stick his foot so far up your ass you'd be sucking his toes until Howie moves out of his parents' house!" Nick screamed.
     For once in a blue moon, the young blond had actually something beneficial to AJ. He walked past them and ran into Kevin in wardrobe.
     Still reeling after the after-effects of getting laid, Kevin had a hooge (and I mean HOOGE) grin on his face, which was borderlining on looking as if he was high off his ass. He was sitting in a chair, looking at a magazine, until he heard AJ step into the room.
     "AJ! Hey man! How ya doin?"
     Yep, Kevin had definitely got some pussy the night before. Otherwise he would not have been so calm to AJ. "I'm doin' good, man. You doin' good, too, I guess."
     "Yeah, man. I got some last night. That way I won't be all anal and shit tonight."
     Kevin got up and walked over to the rack of clothes, his eyebrows burrowing together as he concentrated on finding something sexy to wear for his Southern Doll, Miss Kristin. AJ just kind of stared until Kevin's face took a disgusting turn. "Who the hell would wear that?"
     AJ turned and looked at the quite ugly skirt Kevin was holding up. It wasn't a female skirt, either...it was made strictly for a man.
     It was as if God had come down and declared, "AJ McLean is a genius!" If this were a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared above AJ's head. Or flames appeared behind him. Whatever. What's important is that AJ was struck with a BRILLIANT idea.
     "Dude...that's phat! I bet Kristin would LOVE to see you wear that!"
     AJ was absolutely thankful that he was such a good liar. Kevin carefully examined the ugly man-skirt, then looked back up at AJ. "Really? You think she would like this?"
     AJ nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah! Women totally love men in skirts! Why do you think so many chicks dig the first James Bond? Because he wore skirts! Kristin will love it! She'll think you're mysterious and sexy!"
     Kevin looked as if he were seriously thinking, until a slow smile crept onto his face. "Yeah...okay! I'll wear it for Kristin!"
     Kevin took the skirt and walked out of the room happily as AJ sighed in relief. Mission accomplished. This wouldn't totally ruin the Boys' career, only make the older, more mature fans laugh their asses off. Good.
     So to answer the question that has been on our minds...why did Kevin wear the Man-Skirt? Chalk it up to two things...lack of brains due to sexual intercourse and AJ's Colombian drug lord.