Only Anjulie could make this sound as pretty as it does. ”I guess the tits on my chest weren’t fake enough, I’m like f*ck you and f*ck her too” <———–THIS.
Where they do that at? Times Square, NYC
When this Michael Jackson impersonator says beat it, he means business.
How the hell did I miss this? The other day, Mr. King dropped by Ryan Seacrest’s morning show and that is where this took place. Good for him, my grandma still doesn’t know what a Lady Gaga is and I’m pretty sure they’re the same age.
If so, let me know and I’ll start watching cause I stopped tuning in after Fantasia won and I discovered she was illiterate. In this clip from American Idol’s british counterpart, two bff’s have decided to try their luck at fame by auditioning for the talent show that catapulted Susan Boyle into mage stardom. Unfortunately, the two didn’t seem to have a plan beforehand as to what they were going to sing, who was going to handle the questions from the judge or… anything for that matter. The result? Temper tantrums and a fist pumps to the face. Just look at how quickly this business can change people. Tough break, kids.
So this is how we’re kicking off Thursday, huh? I might don’t make it.
Le sigh. My people, my people. I’m not saying banning someone from their local mall for loud as hell and wanting another cinnamon roll even when they’re one roll away from diabetes is fair, but I spent a good chunk of this weekend taking a bus cross-country and was stuck in front of the most obnoxious and inconsiderate people. You’re damn right I wished I could have requested that Mega Bus deny them access to its services for life.
Apparently this little ditty was the result of losing a bet, but I say he’s a little tooo in sync for this to be his first time channeling his inner fierceness. Show me your glitter, Jennings!
Remember in Sex and the City how Charlotte got stuck with Trey’s lifeless peen? Here’s yet another reason why test drives are important. Why’d they have to use the song from the romantic moment in Ghost, though?
This is reminiscent of those old records your granddad plays on a Sunday afternoon…. and then you remember that Mr. Kelly isn’t welcomed within 50 feet of any school district, and the world makes sense again.
Ok I confess, I came up with at least 244 jokes about this scenario, but I won’t be sharing any of them. Instead, I’m going to applaud the left coast’s marijuana loving uncle for taking the time to answer some of the questions from his biggest fan from Salt Lake. Awesomeness. I’d love to see more of this kind of footage, and less of this.
