I'm going to have to look up the exact reference, but mark my words, this is a sign of an impending apocalypse.
Needless to say, I'm headed for the hills. Or the Copacabana. Whichever I run into first.
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10 comments:
So... you're saying you won't go with me to see him? Who am I going to give the ticket to??
What is wrong with retirement? Can't he golf? Dye his hair blue? Go to Denny's for dinner at 3:30?? Drive badly in the left lane with his turn signal on??? Or sit on a porch with Cher, Little Richard, and Barry Gibb discussing the music that the whippersnappers are putting out these days???
I confess... I've been to a Manilow concert... I was young, and naieve, and under immense peer-pressure. =P
*hides her Manilow's greatest hits cd in back of her closet&
Mrs. Wake - I'm not sure, but I think Kell wants to go with you. By the tone of her comment, I think she has a pretty big crush on him ;)
Muse - It's ok, Jason listens to Streisand which is way, way worse. Ha.
As long as the tickets don't go to waste! See, just this morning I saw this advertised on a bus. Your day really hasn't started until you've seen a ginormous picture of Barry looming over your car.
Yikes. I may never sleep again.
Anyone notice that not only is Barry stealing a page out of Rod Stewart's 'How to Make a Come Back' book, but he's trying to rip off his hair do too??
As for Babs, something infinitely appealing about a man who is secure in his masculinity and unafraid to express his emotional side... ;-)
Giant advertisements of Barry Manilow have increased the number of violent crimes, per capita, in every city in which they have appeared. It's science.
Muse - Babs is not "expressing an emotional side". It's a sickness. Remedied only by heavy doses of tanks, jets, automatic weapons and The Three Stooges. Again, It's science. My multiple degrees in psychology, sociology, and wisdom said so.
Does this help....? Babs as a Sex Therapist in her last movie. I heard that and then couldn't even watch it.
I do believe that there is a direct correlation between that role and the increase in enrollment at Seminaries across the US.
Muse - and yes, I did notice the Rod Stewart-esque stylings. Sad part is, I actually like some of the Rod Stewart crooner stuff he's been doing. Of course, there's just not enough crooners in the world anymore. Long live Paul Anka!!! Slicin' like a friggin' hammer, baby.
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