I realized today that I cannot hate Justin Timberlake because, for some reason, he reminds me very much of one of my high school buddies. He has the same exact mannerisms--it's scary. As much as I want to hate Mr. Timberlake, his face takes me back to sitting in the orchestra pit at Cross and trying to shoot spitballs into the bell of someone's saxophone. Tragic, really.
posted by Sarah the Hutt at 6:14 PM
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Why hate him anyway? He's actually a brilliant jazz pianist ... I'm not joking. I think he's quite talented. odd, but talented. In my experience, there's no commerce in hating anyone you don't actually know unless they're Shatner. Or the Bourgeoisie.
http://biz.yahoo.com/weekend/smartgift_1.html
haahahaa
this is funny
i especially like the last bit
"Others object solely on visual grounds. "Personally, little bird skeletons frighten me," Mr. Gordon says."
Man, I want that.
makes me think of those glass cupboards they had on the 4th floor at St. Pete's...they're all cleaned out now...
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