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silverthorneThis has got to be the most inane reason I've ever had.
But, you know...it makes me laugh, even if no one else gives a flying potato...
The things you hear on the radio when you wake up.
Over here in the first corner, we've got Mr. Richie Sambora and Wife, (AKA Heather Lockleer).
In the second corner is Mr. Tommy Lee. Skank guitarist and never-quite-grew-up rocker.
So...first thing out of the DJ's mouth: Richie and Heather are having maritial problems--it's getting blamed on out of synch scheduals (which are about to get worse while Richie's band go on tour). Yeah, like neither one of them know how to book a flight and a one-night stand with their lover...it happens all the time with the unmarrieds in Hollywood, folks. Don't let them little rings on your fingers tell you otherwise.
Hell, might even spice something up.
And, boy, I guess at least in Heather's case, that's exactly what she's needing and doing...
With Tommy...
Er, yeah...Mr. Attention-whore, skanky ass, 'when was the last time you took a bath, dude?' Tommy.
Uh-HUH.
Okay, chicky girl? Cluebat here? There are cuter and less dirty guys around than Mister Tommy...and if it's a sex problem, believe me when I say all it really takes in most cases is a five second lesson in 'How about you touch me here and in this way' to rival Mr. Tommy.
Crap, he isn't even cute looking anymore. Richie's got him beat by MILES. Sit down with the hubby and teach him a few things. Then work out a fricking schedual. And quit messing around with the past. He ain't gonna do you any better this time around.
As for Richie...
DUDE! Didn't Jon TELL you to stay the fuck out of Hollywood? That it was BAD for you? HUH?
She keeps it up, dump her, go home. The folks are better in Jersey anyway.
And as a final note to this totally pointless post:
Richie VS. Tommy?
I'm for Richie all the way. Tommy'll be too busy looking for his drugs.
Give him hell, man. (Give him one for the Gipper?)
Okay, rambling done now. feel free to go back to your regularly schedualed lives.
But, you know...it makes me laugh, even if no one else gives a flying potato...
The things you hear on the radio when you wake up.
Over here in the first corner, we've got Mr. Richie Sambora and Wife, (AKA Heather Lockleer).
In the second corner is Mr. Tommy Lee. Skank guitarist and never-quite-grew-up rocker.
So...first thing out of the DJ's mouth: Richie and Heather are having maritial problems--it's getting blamed on out of synch scheduals (which are about to get worse while Richie's band go on tour). Yeah, like neither one of them know how to book a flight and a one-night stand with their lover...it happens all the time with the unmarrieds in Hollywood, folks. Don't let them little rings on your fingers tell you otherwise.
Hell, might even spice something up.
And, boy, I guess at least in Heather's case, that's exactly what she's needing and doing...
With Tommy...
Er, yeah...Mr. Attention-whore, skanky ass, 'when was the last time you took a bath, dude?' Tommy.
Uh-HUH.
Okay, chicky girl? Cluebat here? There are cuter and less dirty guys around than Mister Tommy...and if it's a sex problem, believe me when I say all it really takes in most cases is a five second lesson in 'How about you touch me here and in this way' to rival Mr. Tommy.
Crap, he isn't even cute looking anymore. Richie's got him beat by MILES. Sit down with the hubby and teach him a few things. Then work out a fricking schedual. And quit messing around with the past. He ain't gonna do you any better this time around.
As for Richie...
DUDE! Didn't Jon TELL you to stay the fuck out of Hollywood? That it was BAD for you? HUH?
She keeps it up, dump her, go home. The folks are better in Jersey anyway.
And as a final note to this totally pointless post:
Richie VS. Tommy?
I'm for Richie all the way. Tommy'll be too busy looking for his drugs.
Give him hell, man. (Give him one for the Gipper?)
Okay, rambling done now. feel free to go back to your regularly schedualed lives.
