I really can’t believe Madam Bedhead didn’t take my keys away from my last experiment in google chumming, I’ll have to try harder this time. Of course I did promise I wouldn’t beaver blog this go round, so don’t expect any beaver shots from me.
Nope, instead I’m warming up with the Hoff. He’s sober. Laid down teh bottle for good he has. Now that he’s on the straight and narrow he can’t decide if he wants to head back for a second season of “America’s Got Talent” or venture on to bigger and better things. Too bad they aren’t doing a Knight Rider 2, he could play the new guy’s dad.
Or even better he could go back to his days as an underpants model.
Nothing oozes sexy like the Hoff in black briefs does it?
Up next, Knit Blogging.
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You men just really think I lurve this Hasselhoff crap, don’t you?
Aye. I’ll get my revenge next time you impregnate your wife. Yeah. You know what I’m talking about, Button Boy.
Button Boy? I’ll give you chocolate if you tell me the story, Sadie! Ok, five bucks! Ten!?
Sure, Agent Bedhead loves the Hoff. But I am pretty sure she thinks teh Connery is hotter.
Ay carumba…
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