Big news in Calgary last night. Some people went to the Christina Aguilera concert at the Saddledome. Sadly, I was nowhere near Calgary at the time to witness this great event.
I wonder whether it was the music or The Nearly Naked Hot Chicks Obsession that possessed him to see Christina Aquilera in concert, twice, but if I were Doug, I totally would have gone too. I’d go just to see what the fuss was all about. To see the The Nearly Naked Hot Chicks dancing, prancing and singing on stage, shaking booty and what have yous (both of them).
Anyways… in my opinion… if Pamela Anderson could sing, Doug’s picture would totally be a great one of her. Seriously, it looks more like Pamela Anderson there.
As a side note…
Notice that in the previous paragraph I said Pamela Anderson and not Pamela? That’s because I don’t personally know her. Because she is a celebrity. Only celebrities get to call each other by their first names. Or others in their immediate circle. Or family members (but then even a lot of celebrities aren’t even using their real given names).
I think it’s funny when men do this. Call hot celebrity chicks by their first names. I usually then want to ask them if they are somehow related to said person? Do you know her personally, like friends wise?
Then I don’t. Because the phone starts ringing and Will, Justin, George, Matt, Ben, Matthew, Brad, Will, Ewan, John and John all want me to go hang out with them and I can’t decide who to be BFF with. I also think I need some furniture moved around the house so I need to call my good friend Vin to come help me out. Then Leonardo calls and wants to catch up over coffee because it’s been so long. And then Campbell emails me a love letter…