*Currently I am secretly obsessed with Brandon Flowers of the Killers. He is just hot hot hot to me but dresses ten times better then I do on even his worst day. He makes me all tingly inside especially when he's rocking the moustache...and he's friggin' Mormon. Dude, I would become Mormon for that man. His wife did. I could do it...mhahaha...he's frickin' hot...hot...damn. His voice, his moustache...his freaking face....ahh...alas....actually I don't think I could become Mormon...I mean maybe...but I'm not really looking to having ten billion children....is that a stereotype of being Mormon? I don't know...and I really have problems with the whole Joseph Smith stuff...book of Mormon...scary stuff...Jesus in America...hmmm...Donnie and Marie....even scarier. But uh Brandon Flowers...maybe I'll become a Mormon for you...since I take all my great religious cues from the back of cars and stuff.
*Oh, and I don't think I would make it out in the desert of Nevada. Just saying. You know there's f'ing scorpions and snakes and f'ing dragons for all I friggin' know out there. But um...maybe I could do it. You know, once I get over the initial heat and constant fear of death from some weird creature or plant or what have you...I could do it. Aaaahhhh....sure. Totally.
*Also I thought this was hilarious and had to post it. I'm sure they're related....mahahaha....dude that guy is a football player. What a wuss ass name for a football player.
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