Y’all know I’m a hair lover. But I just can’t decide if I’m diggin’ Superstar’s flow. I mean, Max is a sexy beast and I love him — but the hair is throwing me off.
So, what do you all think? Hair or no hair? I’m honestly torn. Settle this debate for me.
And thank the HEAVENS that Stammer cut his awful flow. He’s back to being the cutie pie I love.
Also, can we just take a minute to look at the CAR behind Max? Please tell me it’s his. And if it is his — please, dear God, marry me.
P.S. — back from Chicago. I’m alive (shocking, I know). I’m going through my annual “Post Vacation with S detox” … it’s never fun.
P.P.S. — Brent Sopel, his son, and 8 of his son’s friends were at the Nickelback concert (yeah yeah — we know, everyone hates Nickelback). But anyway, I recieved this tweet during the show:
A girl lookin’ out for her girls. Thanks Chuck!
And then not even 5 minutes later, Chad calls over to the side of the stage where Brent was sitting and asked for his Stanley Cup ring. To say S & I were FREAKING OUT is an understatement. I may have screamed and jumped around in circles (making a complete fool of myself in the process).
P.P.P.S. — S will fight me tooth and nail on this, and okay — maybe I was
a little extremely intoxicated…but I met a short, Max Talbot-ish look-a-like this weekend in the Windy City. Don’t ask me what his name is because I can’t for the life of me remember. I think it began with an ‘I’? He was….interesting. Not quite as smooth. Very dorky. Not as stylish. Not French Canadian — but just sort of had a tiny resemblance. In case y’all were wondering, I shot him down faster than he could say “Can I buy you a drink”. Thinking back on it, I should have taken the drink and then ditched. Oh well, happens to the best of us.
Now if only it were actually Max Talbot — I probably wouldn’t have shot him down. I would have handcuffed him (mwhahahaa), duct taped his mouth shut, stuffed him in my suitcase for the plane ride home, and then kept him forever… (shhhh!)
…No… I have not dreamed that up before……. ;)