Welcome back to another installment of "but what this guy likes something?".
Today, I love-and-no-I can at the moment. A cool!
Jason Mraz: I'm sorry, but I think you're nice.
Anyone with ears glued to the skull have heard this summer, "I'm Yours" as sopotocientas times. This is a typical song roll philosophy of life or Timon and Pumbaa Baloo: "no need to complicate / our time is short ", etc.. The video could mourn excitement to any good film director roll of 90, jump to a tropical pool included and, yes, celebration around a bonfire with guitars.
Photo stolen from another site that uses short because I'm lazy to make catches. Mr this is also the author of a song, a duet with another lela whose name I will not even bother searching google, which I think is called "Lucky" and that is something like " Lucky I'm in love with my best friend ^ ^, do sleepovers and talk about the Children of the institution. "
And what I like about this nice young man? That, that is too friendly. Do not believe me, go. It is good that exploits the" yes, I'm ugly, but I'm nice. "may even be serious with hyperglycemic coma is" Lucky "and is not a simple strategy to fuck over a certain type of woman. But if we add that to the videos and the roll that has ... nonono. The hit combo is too perfect to be real. This man is fucking dead puppies in private, to compensate *. Or maybe selling weapons to third world genocide. Although frankly, give them a copy of the video " I'm Yours "can be sufficient for almost any evil plan that involves destroying the minds of a few million people.
Nelly Furtado: I'm sorry, but I think you have the frontal lobe.
Nelly Furtado all know, I guess. Ascencendia is a Portuguese singer, I think. Not that I care where you are, really. The thing is, I think this woman has no neurons Justice to shit up while walking. Why think that? For the truth's sake. I acknowledge that I have seen only one interview with her, and although the most coherent thing he said was "JUJUJU", that is not enough to get an idea. I guess I think of those faces I have no weapons <:( que pone en sus vídeos, que te dan ganas de darle una galletita para cachorritos o un abrazo o algo que haga que sonría un poco, la pobre. Pero tal vez lo que más me asusta es que de verdad crea que está hablando español en su nuevo single, "Manos al aire". La primera en la frente: ¿manos al aire? ¿Cómo que manos al aire? ¿Qué demonios es eso? ¿Tengo que cortarme las manos y tirarlas hacia arriba? ¿Se refiere a llevar las manos sin guantes? Cuando lo oí por primera vez, pensé "vamos a ver cómo lo usa, igual tiene sentido". Pues no: " / to face / Wear my hands / hands in the air .
o_O Okay, I understand what you mean. It means to be a housewife of 50, basically. But this "to battle" is a kick syntactic, and the hands in the air is still wrong.
is a typical singer who released a song in English in which the words make sense, but the sentences do not, or should not. So sorry, Nelly Furtado, but not I think you have the frontal lobe. Maybe you have a cauliflower gratin instead. If it's any consolation, you're not entirely wrong.
"JUJUJU!" Bale: I'm sorry, but I do not believe anything you say when you act.
At a time now, seems to be no more players than Christian Bale. It's in every movie in the world, or at least all that have been released this year, practically. And I'm sorry, really sorry, but it is NOT GOOD ACTOR! Has Harrison Ford syndrome: a male name and a repertoire of two facial expressions between which alternate. In the only film in which I believed I was in "The Machinist" and it's just because I liked the script and no-lip Christian Bale won top points starving. Christian Bale
only knows how to face>: / (See "Batman") or face>: same, because if you really do not, you must be the only person in the world to not get bored. Heavy, but heavier, Monona, Peñaza!
"Well, my mom says I'm cute" Dave Gahan: I'm sorry, but I do not think you're dead.
I really do not think so. These people have no pipes in concert, are responsible for funeral priests recite the hymns of praise that lifted Dave Gahan-mun-hotep-Ra of the sacred tomb and provide it with enough life to sing a bit. Do not get me wrong, I have nothing against Depeche Mode, except that all your songs sound the same, mostly because they use the same fucking voice effect whoooole the time, or seem likely, along with The Cure, one of the most overvalued in the world, and more Peñaza, or are guilty of perpetrating "I just can not get enough ", the most horrible thing that has given birth to anyone in the history of music ... OK, maybe if I have anything against Depeche Mode. But what was: Sorry, Dave Gahan, but I do not think you're dead.
"Fast, incense! I have vital parts are falling!" * NOTE: If you are a lawyer Jason Mraz, clarified that this is a joke. Normally not clarify, but what ifs are whites **, you never know.
** NOTE: If you are Anglo, clarified that this is also a joke. I am aware that the tameness of the English and the like is simply a topic for humorous use ***.
*** NOTE: Yes, I know that using clichés is wrong, right? By god! 
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