I've been on a Michael Buble kick here recently. It's bordering on the embarrassing. Sometimes these things happen. In college I couldn't get enough of The Dave Matthews Band. But now I've moved on to a person my age who is a complete dork in real life, but manages to croon out old time Bobby Darin songs in a way that makes you want to take off your underwear and throw it at him. (A practice I never understood very much...until my obsession began.) Sorry for the unfortunate mental image.
And I'll leave it at that. I think if I go on the mental images will just get worse. Listen to some Michael Buble, you'll understand. I swear. Just beware of the underwear thing.
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bwhahahahahahaha! ;)
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