I find myself scouring the television for reality shows. Preferably ones that involve winners. My guilty pleasure, for today, is Dancing with The Stars. I love watching Emmit Smith. He makes those dances look very manly. I have watched every season, this is the first man to do so. Even the pros make it look, suspect. Emmit gives it what Jerry Rice couldn't. A certain air of coolness. I also like listening to the singers. They are like low-budget Tony Braxtons or rent-a-Whitneys
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"Rent-a-Whitney"? That's good. Does the rental come complete with crack pipe? Oops! She's clean now. My bad!
Love you Whitney. Love everything about you. I was thinking of being you for Halloween!
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