Simon: “Ab-sol-ute-ly dreadful. I mean really, it made my ears bleed..”
Paula: “Me like cookies.” (Proceeds to bark like a dog)
Randy: “Yo, I don’t know dog. Just keep trying you know. I like your spirit dog, I do. But, this just ain’t your thang.”
Nola Chick: ‘A’ for the wardrobe. ‘A’ for effort. And the rest…well. I always heard if you can’t say anything nice, silently mock those who appall you.
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They really ought to bring back the Gong Show.
Is it wrong that Paula is still on my list of the 100 sexiest chicks on the planet? And probably always will be? And that the crazy has actually bumped her up a few spots? The crazy is sexy.
Too bad I can’t bring myself to watch Idol. Ever. Fortunately for me, I have no qualms with watching the video for Cold Hearted Ssssssssssssnake.
Not so bad . . . if you focus on the hat and the tambourine.
Paula’s hot ’cause cracked out has-beens are easy.
(Don’t ask me how I know this.)
Tambourine Green. I’m putting you on notice. You step foot in Cafe 641, and you will be absolutely showered with love. And eye black. And maybe even an appropriately placed spoon.
Are we supposed to be able to hear her voice over the tambourine? Or is this really one of my fever induced hallucinations? I love the head wear though.