DopeyCowboy
04-15-2008, 06:40 AM
There are some words in the vocabulary whose negative connotations immediately lead the mind to loathe any thoughts in which they plant themselves. "Addiction" is a good example. On the contrary, some diction sparks happy thoughts and immediately soothes the conscious state. "Exotic", especially when used as an adjective in front of another wonderful word…….. " dancer" definitely meets these requirements.
I witnessed these opposite fractions of language combine like matter and anti matter when Bret Michaels chose a 37 year old gone bad over a smoking hot 25 year young stripper during the finale of Rock of Love 2 the other night. Sadly, I am addicted to reality TV. I love how the producers of these shows make the talentless B list stars of yesterday out to be complete losers all the while convincing them that they are invaluable to the present state of the entertainment industry.
Every time I see and hear Bret Michaels refer to himself as a "Rock Star" I feel immediate embarrassment for the ex lead singer of Poison. If his music ever took physical form it should present itself as some sort of toxic substance so whoever heard it could ingest it and if lucky die or in the very least, lose their hearing. It is poison, ear poison. The guy wears eyeliner and religiously sports a bandanna. If you cut this dude's gut open a couple hundred screw drivers would pour out and I don't mean the cocktail, I mean actual screw drivers cause' he is that big a tool bag.
Only a geologist should ever use the word "rock" as often as this jerk off does. I think you can catch his tour this summer at Great Adventure. Hopefully his tour bus "free falls" over the divider and "lightening loops" into a ball of flames somewhere on the Turnpike. If I ever wound up at a theme park, I'd rather just climb the "rock" wall anyways.
I witnessed these opposite fractions of language combine like matter and anti matter when Bret Michaels chose a 37 year old gone bad over a smoking hot 25 year young stripper during the finale of Rock of Love 2 the other night. Sadly, I am addicted to reality TV. I love how the producers of these shows make the talentless B list stars of yesterday out to be complete losers all the while convincing them that they are invaluable to the present state of the entertainment industry.
Every time I see and hear Bret Michaels refer to himself as a "Rock Star" I feel immediate embarrassment for the ex lead singer of Poison. If his music ever took physical form it should present itself as some sort of toxic substance so whoever heard it could ingest it and if lucky die or in the very least, lose their hearing. It is poison, ear poison. The guy wears eyeliner and religiously sports a bandanna. If you cut this dude's gut open a couple hundred screw drivers would pour out and I don't mean the cocktail, I mean actual screw drivers cause' he is that big a tool bag.
Only a geologist should ever use the word "rock" as often as this jerk off does. I think you can catch his tour this summer at Great Adventure. Hopefully his tour bus "free falls" over the divider and "lightening loops" into a ball of flames somewhere on the Turnpike. If I ever wound up at a theme park, I'd rather just climb the "rock" wall anyways.