Like many of you, I’m still processing the inelegant approach of Jaime’s spontaneous lap dance which clumsily forayed into the detailed instruction of how to properly execute the French kiss mastered by junior high kids under bleachers across America. Certainly, this will go down was one of my classic “bless her heart” moments in the history of the show. For more embarrassing moments, feel free to check out my mini
Channing Tatum keeps popping up everywhere I go. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but I found it interesting that right after I wrote about him HERE a few weeks ago, I began cyber stalking discovered he is going to be in a movie next weekend called “The Vow” that is unequivocally the love child of “The Notebook” and “Dear John.” Oddly, it’s not adapted from a Nicholas Sparks novel.
Buenos días Bachelor fans! Week five finds us in beautiful Puerto Rico where Groban is going above and beyond to prove that he is ready to find love while wearing only henley shirts from the dull side of the color wheel. In this episode, we were reminded that black underwear shows through white linen pants, all life’s goals can be accomplished by the age of 24 and contrary to popular
Groban is certainly not raising me up to more than I can be this season. Between crossing off “skinny dip with model” on his leap list and the fact that he sent darling Jennifer home last night, I’m having trouble finding any redeeming qualities in this show. However, I am thankful for the blurry modesty patches that covered their bits and pieces. It was nice to see Groban in something
