Do I come out with my dirty little musical secret?
I don't know.
I really want to talk about the concert my pal Michelle and I went to last night because we laughed the entire evening.......AT people.
And THAT isn't nice.
No, it's not.
But the people watching was awesome, I tell you. Simply AWESOME.
I don't know.....I'll think about it. But first of all? Let's talk about THIS:
Anything kind of staring you in the freakin' face? Hmmm? Huh?
Oh my.......ummmmm......Brett? Uh, you've got something on your.......uh-no.....not there - lower. Lower......loooowwwwer........llllllloooooooowwwwwwer.
Um, YEAH. RIGHT THERE.
I think it's a SOCK.
I mean, COME ON!!! I saw this ad and CRACKED UP!!!! Then I wanted to share it with you, but I had to do some digging to find the photo on line.....and I found a couple other photos I'd like to share with you: first of all, I went to the vh1 website and looked at photos of all the girls vying for "Mr. Sock-in-his pants" 's affections.
That's 20 minutes of my life I will never get back. But-hey, it's good blogging fodder, so here's the only photo I saved:
Wow, huh? I mean, whoa - right? Makes me really appreciate a GOOD plastic surgeon's work.
Then I found a TON of Brett Michaels' photos. And on the ones where he's REALLY trying to look sexy? He makes his lips all pouty and his eyes all squinty. Like this:
So that's all I have to share today. For now. But I'm feeling exceptionally snarky today. And giggly.