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Meh. Pay Your Taxes. Stay Out of Trouble. Keep off My Lawn.
Leave it to The Sun to find a guy who married the woman of his dreams even after he found out she was a he. Bonus: "wife-wants-to-take-notes-on-how-that-makeup-works" pictures. Reminds me of the first time I saw Poison's debut album.
Hello? Poison? "Every Rose"?
This "kids born when that album came out now have kids of their own" moment brought to you by, well, me.
The current crop of kids could've actually been conceived to that song and are now having children. Or maybe conceived to Talk Dirty To Me. Either way.
Those kids would actually be 22 or so now.
Posted by: ronaprhys on November 29, 2009 10:03 AM