The question is, are you buying?
I forsee different target markets for these two fine celebrity products:
Clay Aiken singing angel music box
Oh Come All Ye Faithful indeed. As someone said, this is an historic occasion: the only time Clay Aiken has ever been on top of a box.
The artist’s statement:
I thought about what the average Claymate might appreciate and after careful study, concluded that most are likely to be collectors of the sort of trinkets seen advertised in the back of Ladies Home Journal. There’s a good chance many of them own unicorn figurines, music boxes, frightening dolls, Disney trinkets, or something atrocious by Thomas Kinkade.
Seems logical enough.
Now, the market for the following is rather different. Looks like ScarJo here doesn’t have the net savvy of, say, a David Hasselhoff; she’s let a mangy old cybersquatter offer her up like Miley Cyrus on a platter to the reader who can send the filthiest email. Then again: it might be the real thing. We all know how she loves her email buddies!
Scarjo is ready when you are!
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GoGoScarJo
I hope I win that contest. Great Blog post!
I’m on holiday and still wondering what’s going on at Raincoasters blog.
It’s very very sad.
That Clay Aiken music box thing is scary.
Jaq…whut?
If I were Aiken I’d sue.
Of course, he might actually look like that–country music and its associated activities are known to cause damage at the genetic level.
I take it “Johanssen” is pronounced with the Latin/Nordic “J” sound?
In any case, I’d go for it if I could be sure the third participant wasn’t going to be Woody Allen.
Well, sign up with your wife then. Saves the organizers the hassle of finding someone else who’s into that horse-face.
I volunteer! But no offense to Mr. Metro, I would like to find my own third party. I’ve no doubt the feeling is mutual. Besides, one can hope that Brad might be into equines?
Is it still a “threesome” if I get her a second time?
“Both of ‘em are media-whore queens”, says the chimp :-p
TQTB:
“What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you?”
-Bottom
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Act III, Scene 1
You know that little “dinner date” will be on the media burner. I hope whoever wins isn’t camera shy.
Now, how are you pronouncing that “Scarjo?” Is it Scar-Yo? Isn’t it easier to just say Scarlett? I mean, if I had her in the horizontal mambo, I’m gonna say, “Scarlett, I want to bring you to the ninth wave…” But, If I say, “Scar-Yo, I want to bring you to the ninth wave…” wouldn’t that sound strange?
ScarJo is pronounced Scar-Joe, for Johannson. But I think the kind of men she dates just use the word “baby” at all times, to prevent embarrassing nomenclature/forgetfulness accidents.
I’d like to own a disco musical box with Aiken singing “It’s raining men now.”
You could sell a million of them if you found a manufacturer.
Isn’t that like, cruising for a lawsuit?
Do you think he’d stand up in court and swear to never smoking the pole?
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