Ick. Ick. Ick.
Lachey = icky.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ick. Ick. Ick.
Lachey = icky.
Creepy:
I saw their show for the first time ever (and only, thank god. I was busy wrapping presents.) They both seem really.... dumb. And utterly clueless.
At first I felt bad for him, totally understood his exasperation with his dumb bride. And then I remembered he volunteered for that position.
I know he wants to keep his media profile high, but he needs a publicist to filter his crap. His only schtick was being not as dumb as Jessica.
Exactly. And now - - it's going to be his creepiness. (He and John Stamos.)
Pat Robertson's mouth ruins his plans to build Jesus' themepark in Israel.
I really wanted to ride the holy roller-coaster.
Ah well, at least he can dance well. And his brother seems determined to remain by his side most of the time, thus offering the prospect of increasing his appeal by comparison.
Ah well, at least he can dance well.
Even in the high heels?
Ah well, at least he can dance well. And his brother seems determined to remain by his side most of the time, thus offering the prospect of increasing his appeal by comparison.
Totally thought you were talking about Pat Robertson. For a good ten seconds.
Matt and brenda's comments are even funnier if you're sleepy, and interpret them as being about P*t Robertson.
Heh, Dana.