Well, how else would you explain the following? A familiarity with “Naughty Germans” is something one could easily associate with the erstwhile Trimspa Goddess, the Methadone Muse, as of course is loopily intoxicated showtime behaviour.
But Sharon Stone? Totally different story! Video over the jump…
Stolen from Defamer.
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And it was a Torontonian, too! Who knew they had it in them? But you gotta love the 75-year-old reporter who’s ready to teach this flim-flamming young whippersnapper a thing or two about using his fists; if the wussy four-eyes hadn’t attacked him with a door instead of fighting fair, there’s no telling how this would have ended. Video goodness via Consumerist after the jump (that’s how you’re supposed to do it apparently; I like it right on the page, but then I have cable inet).
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Nothing says I loves y’all like a bouquet and a classic ballad, so here. Don’t say I never did nuthin’ for ya.
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If, like me, you grew up babysat not by living, breathing human beings but rather by the marvelously crude animated friends on the incredible flickering electric rectangle, you’ll love this.
We lost The Osmonds. We lost The Jackson Five. We lost The Partridge Family 2200AD . We lost Scooby Doo. We lost Josie and the Pussycats. We lost Kimba the White Lion and Speed Racer and G-Force and He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.
But now Metro passes along this gem for our animation-starved generation. Now we’ve got something to fill the hole in our aching souls: We have The Jealous Astronaut!
What better muse for a post-millennial Valentine’s than an aging, obssessive, hygiene-impaired, would-be-adulterous rocket scientist? I sense another Douglas Coupland book coming on…
YouTube is over the jump if you don’t want to wait for that Flash to load up.
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