It’s rare that tottering around YouTube finds one a new classic of the internets, but today it did indeed and in truth do even so. Behold, the London Gay Men’s Chorus performing Coming Out at Christmas:
and these are not the lyrics, but they ARE amusing.
What’s the difference, really, between one old Queen and another?
Which reminds me, in fact, of the time (I was not there, you understand, I heard it later, she wasn’t talking to me by that time) the Queen Mum phoned down to her butler’s switchboard or staff room or whatever it was and asked, “Would one of you old queens please bring this old Queen a large gin and tonic?”
William Shatner sings to whales.
Don’t ask me. I just blog this stuff.
So, is that what you call a podcast?
The world watched in horror today as a frustrated reporter chucked a shoe at US President George W. Bush, narrowly missing. He should have known you don’t grow up in a house run by Barbara Bush without being able to duck lightning-quick. Indeed, ducking is probably his greatest skill.
Here’s the shocking video footage:
via Greg Fenton of Nexj which I shamefully admit I don’t know how to pronounce.
Phen-tun?
You can watch this (PG- if not R- rated) video of Barbie‘s existential crisis and just somehow KNOW that this girl has a sad Livejournal with Evanescence on autoplay.
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