The American Music Awards, which is like the elementary school field day of awards shows.
Apparently, everybody gets a prize no matter how good or bad they perform.
The original version of that joke was far more tasteless and, alas, far funnier.
I'll leave you with these thoughts--
The Remember to Lead with Hips Award goes to Adam Lambert, who sauntered onto the stage like Jane Russell in Gentleman Prefer Dongs. Or Rosalind Russell. Or maybe Nipsy Russell. Let's just call him Nipsy Rose Lambert from here on out.
J.Lo vs. the Fiat 500: Just cut to the chase--drop J.Lo and put the Fiat in the sparkly dress, then teach it to sing and dance. It's a toss-up whether she or the Fiat will turn out to be the more reliable performer.
I missed Christina Aguilera's dress, all 800 yards or 3 inches of it, depending. A friend on Twitter remarked that "it was just a shade White Trash."
Well, so's Christina. The Belle of Western Pennsylvania and all that.
And with that, good night, dear readers!
Apparently, everybody gets a prize no matter how good or bad they perform.
The original version of that joke was far more tasteless and, alas, far funnier.
I'll leave you with these thoughts--
The Remember to Lead with Hips Award goes to Adam Lambert, who sauntered onto the stage like Jane Russell in Gentleman Prefer Dongs. Or Rosalind Russell. Or maybe Nipsy Russell. Let's just call him Nipsy Rose Lambert from here on out.
J.Lo vs. the Fiat 500: Just cut to the chase--drop J.Lo and put the Fiat in the sparkly dress, then teach it to sing and dance. It's a toss-up whether she or the Fiat will turn out to be the more reliable performer.
I missed Christina Aguilera's dress, all 800 yards or 3 inches of it, depending. A friend on Twitter remarked that "it was just a shade White Trash."
Well, so's Christina. The Belle of Western Pennsylvania and all that.
And with that, good night, dear readers!
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