If I shot the sheriff, why wouldn’t I shoot the deputy? Was the deputy even shot? If I didn’t shoot the deputy, who did? And why not shoot the deputy if I already shot the sheriff and I’m willing to admit it?
What on earth was Phil Collins talking about on “In The Air Tonight”? I mean, that song is so full of ……insinuation, you know? There are just all kinds of evil things running through my mind every time I get into an elevator now. It’s just creepy. Come on, Phil! Spill it. It’s time to finally give up the answer to the riddle. I mean, “I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes”? Sheesh! What did you see? Who did you see do it? And why are you so pissed off about it? I need the dirt, man! Give!
What the hell was Bob Dylan talking about on (insert any Bob Dylan album/song/ditty/poem here)? Especially Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. Now don’t get me wrong, I was all about the Bob when I was younger. He was Myth personified. If you don’t count the Rolling Thunder Review, anyway. I’m not really sure what the hell that was. He was all so angst ridden and shit, you know? And mysterious. And Joan Baez was running after him like a starving dog after a meat wagon. But what did it all mean???
Steve Miller…….the WHAT of love? pompetous? prophetess? wtf? I’ll have what ever he was smoking when he was recording that one!
Did Clay Aiken sing the stalker’s anthem, or what? “If I was invisible Then I could just watch you in your room.” How the fuck creepy is THAT?????? That boy always made the hair on the back of my neck stand up anyway, but this goes too far!
Michael Jackson, did you really think that we would believe Billie Jean if she told us she was your lover??? No freakin way, dude! And the child is only yours if you were a sperm donor. We don’t believe for one single second that you are having sex with women.
And speaking of MJ: Lisa Marie, Honey, just between you and me, what were you thinking? I mean seriously, what was that all about? Or Nicholas Cage for that matter?
Last but certainly, certainly, certainly not least, who in the name of GOD said that it was alright for David Hasselhoff to get up in front of people and sing? That person should be imprisoned for the remainder of their natural life, frozen and stored until a future date when we can reverse the effects of aging, brought back to life and imprisoned for the rest of their natural life AGAIN for letting that miscarriage of justice happen! I get embarrassed for him every time I see him do it. No wonder the man drinks! I would too. Why didn’t Kit tell him to stop? If I was his car and I could talk I would have told him! Hell if I was his dog, I would have bit him! And I know he’s a big hit in Germany. However, being of German descent, I can tell you that we Germans are naturally so mean that if we can’t be mean to some one else, we will be mean to ourselves and listening to David Hasselhoff is how we are accomplishing that feat. Hell I’m so mean that when I shave my legs I have to hold a gun on myself to keep me from cutting my own throat. I know what I’m talking about.
I’ve said this before but it still holds true: Nice girls don’t blog after their meds kick in. I’m leaving now.