The Glowstickernator.
Ahhnold no care about no being Governor of California no more.
Ahhnold no care about make movies no more.
Ahhnold only care about rave and glow stick.
Ahhnold no care about no being Governor of California no more.
Ahhnold no care about make movies no more.
Ahhnold only care about rave and glow stick.
One minute I’m updating my Facebook profile to share the status of my plight for pre-sale Kylie Minogue tickets:
And the next, openly gay Hollywood film director, producer, and luster of twinks – Bryan Singer – is a suggested friend!
Alright, okay. 32 minutes later. But still –
GAY.
The open-ended option is intended for suggestions of “other” famous personalities whom one may argue belong on the list, as well. However, should you or Rick care to go the opposite route and jump to his defense by disparaging me in return – BRING IT.
Chances are you couldn’t shed any harsher a light on my sometimes-suspect sex appeal than that which I have already focused on myself.
GOprah on a camping trip with the woman long rumored to be your true lover.
Stereotypes, people: they exist for a reason.
Am I riiight or – wait – wait – what am I saying?!
I’m so right.
This week, on Pretty Little Fact Checkers:
Leann Rimes wants to be the next Angelina Jolie. I.e.: the other woman with a whore, Imeanheart! The other woman with a heart of gold.
Lady Gaga rebels against deep vein thrombosis while testing the boundaries of American Airline’s in-flight wardrobe policy.
AND – I helm a two-part Bieber vs. Beavers. Yes, two-part. TWO.
The things we do for you people…Sheesh.