But, that’s one of things I like most about him. He knows he’s the biggest dweeb on the face of the earth who isn’t my husband, and he wears that self-awareness so well. “Yeah, I’m a twerp, so what? So is Bill Gates, and lookit the hot piece he married!” Kevin’s laughing all the way to the bank. Someday that boy is going to host a late-night talk show, I can just tell. I do know this: I have absolutely no objection to my kids buying his records.
Riddle me this, Batman: When did Iron Butterfly become even vaguely appropriate for an investment commercial? Who is running this gosh-darned network? Everyone is off their chum tonight, including me.
Kat looks pregnant in this dress, and the shoes are wrong – hippies don’t wear heels. Why don’t I have the McPheever like everyone else? She’s good, but doesn’t move me. Another person I think is technically proficient, but as appealing as wet toast.
Please find $20 enclosed in this envelope. Even in Hollywood, it should be enough money for you to find a Vietnamese beauty salon, where you can have your eyebrows groomed so that it does not look like you are wearing baby chinchilla pelts on your face.
Keep up the good work, but please stop dancing!
Love and harmonicas, rockle.*
I hate to say it, but I liked Taylor even more than McPhee. Except for the cheat of the backups singing over his na-na-nas, he was the first person to really own the song.
I’m still trying to work out whether I like him or not, in general. Did anyone else think he was shamelessly trying to jump on the Ace train with that hat in the rehearsal clip?