Don’t you think it would have been super great if Paris and Taylor had sung Night Time is the Right Time?  I certainly do.

Uh, hello?

Two words: Katharine.  Big.  Boobies.

OK, fine, three words, but “big” kind of snuck up on me while typing.

A- That would actually have been a good song for those two.

B- Not that I have anything against big boobies, but it’s easier to find those than it is to find talented singers.

Just sayin’.

A- I know! I actually thought about trying to email them or something to suggest it, but then I remembered that there are real things to worry about in the world.  Shame on me.  Why do I love it so?

B- True dat, brotha.  True dat.  I have ginormous boobies and can’t carry a tune in a bag.

I have ginormous boobies and can’t carry a tune in a bag.

OK, that’s it - definitely need a mini-bash before she runs her boobies off to Canuckistan.

Get plannin’, Blogger Formerly Known As Zombyboy.

Minor correction: just make sure there’s no karaoke.

Awww, Andy.  You’re so predictable sweet!

B.F.K.A.Zombyboy, can you fix that comment to include the intended dramatic slash?

Yeah, everyone knows I hate karaoke, huh?

The Zomby strikes again.

Andy, Andy, Andy. Always the booze and boobies for Andy.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

awww, c’mon ... denying us your highly anticipated performance-by-performance reviews of these tepid performers, merely because the one you were hopelessly in the tank for is gone?  that’s not like you! 

I’m sure I’ll have forgiven them enough by next week.

And, anyway, it doesn’t look like the Avs will be in the playoffs much longer.

my former employer…

http://www.triosenoteca.com

They serve Guinness and let you smoke.

Oooo. Cigar bar. They’ll keep letting people smoke forever.

Nice.

Nice, indeed.

The word of the day is EXEMPT.