That's right. Violindan is back. And for my return, I would like to say that my sister is hereby an honorary member of PH4H because of what she just said to me: "I once had a Cristian Guzman bobblehead doll." Because she was at the right Twins game.
At lunch today, King Kaufman's post on Spring Training made me (1) wistful about baseball; (2) laugh out loud; and (3) miss Florida (a little).
Forget about Flavor of Love -- here's a reality show I can really get behind:
VH-1 has confirmed that Bret Michaels, the lead singer of Poison, would-be country music star ("Damn you, Bon Jovi!") co-star of Pamela Anderson's second-most notorious sex tape-- and a man who always keeps a hat, scarf or fat hairband on his head-- will pretend to be looking for a girlfriend on a white-- er make that "rock 'n' roll" -- version of Flavor of Love.
That is really all I had to say. Not that I have anything against her she is a half decent actress, but does ever starlet need an album too?
Here are pictures from the karaoke portion of I's birthday party last weekend.
And here's a scary thought from the bathroom:
I will refrain from sharing the weird notes that Dan and I wrote to each other on napkins involving phrases like "Word to your mother," "You can't touch this," and "Bring it, grrrrl."
But, to prove that we, indeed, brought sexy back, I will post some videos. I will not, however, indicate the performer. (You'll have to figure that out for yourself if you can figure out how to fix the picture so that you can see anything.)
Yesterday, this blog turned one.
In light of that, maybe we should start using it again.
