Clash of the Choirs

So, I'm talking to my mom tonight and she says "are you watching Clash of the Choirs?" To which I of course reply a sarcastic NO. I was driving home, so there was no way I could have been watching it, but when I got home I couldn't resist. I knew the show would be horrible, but I had no idea. The show is so cheezzzy it's inspired this blog.

I just got done watching Michael Bolton put together his choir. So, there's a bunch of D list celebs who put together a choir which will then compete for... something, I don't know. So there Michael Bolton (MB) is. He's got the "I'm hip" converse with no laces with the lycra/flowey shirt which of course exposes way to much chest hair. I also saw a little shimmer of a diamond stud in his ear. Yummy! (that's me being sarcastic)

It was almost to bad for words... but Michael puts a whole other layer of suckiness to it. To end this blog I'll leave you with one of the best movie quotes from "Office Space"..

Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It's not that hard: Samir

Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.

Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn't Michael Bolton.

Samir: You know there's nothing wrong with that name.

Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it... until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.

Samir: Hmm... well why don't you just go by Mike instead of Michael?

Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He's the one who sucks