I don't have a lot to offer today. I got a new haircut and hair color--shorter and darker than ever before. Misti says I look like a rocker. She is a sweet young thing, isn't she? Here I am just now, trying to look like a badass rocker:
Yeah, that worked.
This evening I was at my gym, where they have one of those set-ups where you can plug your headphones into a doodad on the machines and listen to your choice of any one of the four or five TV shows playing on large screens. Usually I just listen to my iPod, but today I couldn't help but be drawn into what is possibly the most ludicrous piece of television broadcasting ever foisted upon humankind. I am speaking of the VH1 reality show Rock of Love. Imagine if you will a scenario where Bret Michaels (née Bret Michael Sychak, according to this helpful Wikipedia entry), the lead singer of the Glam Metal band Poison, gets to prance around as a middle-aged, creepily eye-linered, bandana-headed, collagen-lipped Lothario and choose a new girlfriend from among what can best be described as an army of skanky whores approximately half his age. And when I say skanky whores...people, for reals. One of the final two was a retarded stripper. Anyway, I ended up working out for an hour and a half because I became so engrossed in this magnificent trainwreck. Thank god he chose Ambre!!1!!1
3 comments:
#1: You have at least two regular readers.
#2: Poison are from Mechanicsburg, PA, not far from the thriving metropolis that is my hometown.
#3: "Flaming cacophonous cesspool" might be a better description.
if you are on the posting roll for this blog do you get to count as a reader?
also: there is nothing metal about Poison. glam yes, metal no.
and what do you have against retarded strippers? you can go see them at lunch on Fridays, and it comes with a $5 all you can eat buffet.
But casey still hasn't seen them.
ps - i'm a regular reader and i'm not on the post roll.
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