These are people that, in my humble opinion, desperately need a very stiff-fingered slap which is warranted by their audacity.
'P. Diddy' which is short for 'Puff Diddy', which is a longer way of saying 'Diddy', which is another way of saying 'Puff Daddy', which is another way of saying 'Puffy' which are all egonyms for Sean Combs who has contributed next to nothing to humanity, but for some reason, needs a whole bunch of names for validation. In the world of rap, 'Diddy' makes cameo appearances left and right on other "artists" songs wherein he may dollop a "yeah" here or garnish with a sprig of "uh" there. It would seem that this collaboration is what we're all supposed to be so excited about. Anyhow, all of this adds up to the need for a severe slapping.
Bret Michaels has been begging for a harsh flogging for over two decades - Ever since I first saw him prancing around stage with the rest of the cross-dressing ensemble of bubblegum garbage known as 'Poison'. Here he is, decades later, getting his picture all over the pathetic tabloids...It's a chick with whiskers that can't sing, people...let's move on to something worthy of the time and attention. Incidentally, the wearing of the bandanna in the hospital bed is cause enough for a smack!
"All hat and no cattle" Mr. McGoo here, er uh McGraw, is simply in love with himself. Remember when cowboys were grungy, dirty, hard-working prairie dogs who slept in the dirt and had no teeth? Men wanted to be cowboys back then because of how "manly" cowboys were. So how do you explain this? The well-scrubbed, manicured, pedicured, cucumber and seaweed peel wrapped cowperson of today apparently dons a crisp $700 hat and has no problem bringing the blue of his eyes out with ambient lighting to sell cologne at Wal-Mart. The smackometer is pegging out!
"I'm Julia Roberts and I'm eating some gelato and I'm going to ride my bike through a rice paddy and then ride an elephant and find myself while travelling abroad and sip cappuccinos and be obnoxious and women everywhere will want to be me and think I'm adorable and I'M GONNA GET SMACKED!!"
'P. Diddy' which is short for 'Puff Diddy', which is a longer way of saying 'Diddy', which is another way of saying 'Puff Daddy', which is another way of saying 'Puffy' which are all egonyms for Sean Combs who has contributed next to nothing to humanity, but for some reason, needs a whole bunch of names for validation. In the world of rap, 'Diddy' makes cameo appearances left and right on other "artists" songs wherein he may dollop a "yeah" here or garnish with a sprig of "uh" there. It would seem that this collaboration is what we're all supposed to be so excited about. Anyhow, all of this adds up to the need for a severe slapping.
Bret Michaels has been begging for a harsh flogging for over two decades - Ever since I first saw him prancing around stage with the rest of the cross-dressing ensemble of bubblegum garbage known as 'Poison'. Here he is, decades later, getting his picture all over the pathetic tabloids...It's a chick with whiskers that can't sing, people...let's move on to something worthy of the time and attention. Incidentally, the wearing of the bandanna in the hospital bed is cause enough for a smack!
"All hat and no cattle" Mr. McGoo here, er uh McGraw, is simply in love with himself. Remember when cowboys were grungy, dirty, hard-working prairie dogs who slept in the dirt and had no teeth? Men wanted to be cowboys back then because of how "manly" cowboys were. So how do you explain this? The well-scrubbed, manicured, pedicured, cucumber and seaweed peel wrapped cowperson of today apparently dons a crisp $700 hat and has no problem bringing the blue of his eyes out with ambient lighting to sell cologne at Wal-Mart. The smackometer is pegging out!
"I'm Julia Roberts and I'm eating some gelato and I'm going to ride my bike through a rice paddy and then ride an elephant and find myself while travelling abroad and sip cappuccinos and be obnoxious and women everywhere will want to be me and think I'm adorable and I'M GONNA GET SMACKED!!"
>> It's a chick with whiskers that can't sing, people
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Hey, man, have you ever suspected that you had a brother from whom you got separated at birth? IT'S ME! Your long lost Brother. Where the heck have you been?!
A friend of mine (MousieMark of the blog "Historic Words") sent me an Email this morning, directing me to your blog(s). So far, I'm really diggin' 'em! (Please don't let me down later[:-)
I've added your blogs to those I "Follow". I've only had a chance to slightly sample some of your older posts so far, but what I've seen up to this point, all I can say is, "Good, good stuffs!" Keep it up. (And thanks for the laughs you've already provided!)
~ Stephen
"As a dog returns to his own vomit,
so a fool repeats his folly."
~ Proverbs 26:11