Sunday, July 13, 2008
How does this guy rate hosting the Miss Universe Pageant? That's all I want to know. What a career that guy's had.
Is this show why God (or, as my observant friends would say, "HaShem") created hi-def or what? So we're watching and...
Wife: "Look at all the work she's had."
Me: "Yeah, looks good, though."
Wife: "Look at her nose...there's no way was she born with that!"
Me: "Yeah...nice, though..."
One of the contestants enjoys making chocolate cakes at home. Important.
On and on like that. My wife says she saw a special on TV Japan on how much work these girls in Venezuela go through to get into this show because if they make it they've got it made -- says she recognizes Miss Venezuela (who, sure enough, is in the top 10) and she looks completely different. They spend a fortune getting everything done -- breasts, nose...ears (yes). Looks good, though.
And who is this Lady Gaga? Now is the time on Shprockets when we dance... And I love the Communist-chic white-pleather chairs in the auditorium. Classy.
We watched about 20 minutes worth and are now DVRing. This concludes our Miss Universe blogging for this evening.
In keeping with the theme of the blog:
If you are what you eat, Miss Israel would be a soufflé. Essential knowledge.
