In 45 minutes of MTV viewing, I saw the ad for Now That's What I Call Music Volume 13, four times. I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that it ships with a complimentary Now That's What I Call A Beachball.
Last I checked, we were at Volume 8, so you can imagine how shocked I was that those Real World kids are still as annoying as ever. And suddenly, they speak a little French. Luckily they are still taking turns, "growing as a person," and, "thinking of this as a learning experience."
After fifteen minutes of The Osbournes, when I decided that I might like to get myself coiffed like Kelly, I remembered that there's as yet no vaccine for viral marketing and turned off the TV right quick.
Posted at 10:56 PM in category i was an emo-boy, switched at birth.Actually, I've heard that if you walk into any Beverly Hills salon and ask for the "Kelly Osbourne", they'll give you a curling-iron lobotomy.
But then, maybe it's just Beverly Hills.
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