June 03, 2005

Confession is good for the soul.

I watched this last night.

There. I admitted it. I--I couldn't resist--I was working on something on the computer, and the teevee remote was right there, and, well, I grabbed it and clicked the infernal box on, and--oh, oh, oh. My, oh my. I thank my lucky stars I marked "Become a young rock star and then appear on a reality show twenty years after your prime and embarrass yourself" off of my list of things to do for a living. It was so bad, I just couldn't turn it off.

Biggest disappointment? A baseball cap on jowly Mike Score. I figure all that youthful hair sculpting must have driven him bald.

Fashion police? Well, you all know I like the full-figured gals, but that second outfit Tiffany had on with the big belt and too-tight red top and denim miniskirt was not at all flattering to her, and accentuated the symptoms of her case of Dunlop disease.

"Who!?" followed by childish giggling? CeCe Peniston.

Anyway, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 3, 2005 03:28 PM
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