Not for Nothing November - Part 22

Daughtry performed at the AMAs Sunday and I was once again paralyzed with love for that bald bastard. I've been in deep smit with him for years, as evidenced by my first public declaration seen here.

I mean, can you resist this? He is truly the other white meat.

My group of peeps went to see Daughtry a couple of years ago. I was there with the besainted Mr. Peaches on our anniversary weekend. That alone tells you what a marvelous man he is. Anyhoo, Daughtry rocked our collective faces off and I "woo-ed" like no other fat old woman in the history of fat old women. As we were leaving the venue, we realized we were right by the tour buses. To this day, I don't know if I really saw him or just imagined it, but in the moment I swear I saw my beloved bald Daughtry board one of the buses. This is when I decided to whip out my then 38 year old cans and shake them in public. Why, I have no idea, but I was very proud of myself for having done so.

This story was brought to you by the letter "T" for tatas, tomatoes, and titties.


Shannon said...

Also brought to you by the letter G for Gazungas, Go Go Knobs, Gollywhompers.

Kari said...

Tee hee @ Go Go Knobs. I damned near choked on a pistachio. Well played, m'lady.