The only thing that truly struck me (in between fast forwarding) was the uncanny resemblance between certain Grammy stars and other famous faces.
Exhibit A:
The drummer for The Police (who sounded like they were performing karaoke at a dive bar):
...looks like a strangely anorexic version of THIS man:
Exhibit B:
While some might argue that this man was hot during his "Your Body is a Wonderland" days, now...notsomuch:
The drummer for The Police (who sounded like they were performing karaoke at a dive bar):
...looks like a strangely anorexic version of THIS man:
Exhibit B:
While some might argue that this man was hot during his "Your Body is a Wonderland" days, now...notsomuch:
Exhibit C:
Personally, I'd rather listen to my landlord's porn tapes than James Blunt:
Which is why I cackled gleefully upon discovering his resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite:
Personally, I'd rather listen to my landlord's porn tapes than James Blunt:
Which is why I cackled gleefully upon discovering his resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite:
The only other thing I took away from watching the Grammys was the burning desire to see Justin Timberlake perform live. So in a fit of ill-repressed longing, my roommate and I impulsively purchased tickets to his March 16th show in Nashville.
Which means that in a little over a month, I'll be among the sea of irritatingly rabid females vying for a place in his pants as he does this:
The groupie whores can scream, salivate and storm his tour bus all they want. The only reason I'm going is to watch that boy DANCE.
Which means that in a little over a month, I'll be among the sea of irritatingly rabid females vying for a place in his pants as he does this:
The groupie whores can scream, salivate and storm his tour bus all they want. The only reason I'm going is to watch that boy DANCE.
2 comments:
Please tell me you have some commentary on the horrid Eagle-song butchering of Rascal Flatts. The outfits were more subdued than the CMA's, but still totally distasteful.
I have to tell my roommate you're going to see JT. I have to warn you that she may fly into a fit of rage and board a plane from California to Nashvegas to personally pry those tickets from your hands. :)
I had every intention of commenting on them but couldn't find a picture that adequately described the train wreck that was Joe Don.(See-through shirt, leather vest, sparkle charm chain, HIGHLIGHTS.)
P.S. Tell your roommate I said, "In your face." :)
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