That was Chris Rock. Funny as hell.
The saddest part of all is that I’m quite serious about it. Witless Houston is the biggest waste of talent since Kenny (elevator music) G. I’d rather listen to Adam Sandler imitate her than hear her actually sing herself. Please try to understand that hearing Adam Sandler’s routine makes me want to take cordless drills chucked with rattail files and simultaneously jam them into both of my ears at full torque setting, RPM speed and battery charge.
There is another theory which states that this had already happened.
Because I am a glutton for punishment and to prove that the other photo wasn’t a fluke, I offer this pic for your viewing pleasure.
Good lord she is painful to watch and to listen. And she is a disgrace to women everywhere who happen to be 40 ish and have short blonde hair.
Beyond all that, what is really scary is that being married to a much older man is the least creepy thing about her.
She’s 30ish. Ugh. And, what’s up with the tan?
30 ish? Well that’s even worse then.
Honestly I thought she was closer to my age cough[sub]46[/sub]cough. She certainly looks it.
Yes, I know Meow! sour grapes, etc.
Good heavens. My mother has a hell of a lot better complexion than that, and she’s in her early fifties.
Oh my God, it’s Jamie Farr!
Miller, you owe me a keyboard and a new monitor, curse your funnies!
What I really like about that photo is that the Prometheus statue behind her looks like he’s got his own Celine Dion impersonation going on.
Except that his body is too lifelike.
And he sounds better (silence is golden, and all that).
No, no.
Bobby Brown does the beating. He is the beater.
Whitney is the beat-ee.
What is even more galling that as we try to one-up each other coming up with funnier insults, she’s raking in the money hand over fist.
The lions will end up disappointed.
*Originally posted by lissener *
I can’t tell if she’s playing musical chairs or doing her impression of a wishbone.