I feel compelled to say something:
My wee'un Ryan, y'all? What a man! When a weepy woman's mascara is threatening to melt her face, only a truly classy guy would rip off the silky designer tie holding his natty, business-formal suit together-- on live national television, no less-- and hand it to said weepy woman for tear blotting, overall face repair, and snottage control. A bold move! This could have messed with his impeccably groomed appearance and severely damaged his metrosexual street cred, folks. Because metrosexuals have priorities! And standards!
That's my wee Ryan. A class act.
2 Comments:
- commented:
I almost needed a tie when the poor children on the front row after Nadia got booted. I really wanted to see Scott's family crying. Bummer. Maybe next week...
- » 4/14/2005 6:26 PM
- Cat commented:
Hey Shaun! I stand by my mussed-up Seacrest, yo. Pick on someone your own size, eh?! Leave my wee'un alone! I wuv him big lots, and his little tie, too!
- » 4/14/2005 6:39 PM