Just do the math, kath

Faithful blog reader Andrea is a bit of a songstress herself and offered up this reply to my earlier posting:

Just do the math, Kath
He aint' runnin' for senate, Bennett
Even Biscuit don't give a Triscuit
Just click the send button.......

Her email was followed quickly by MGM, giving me more fodder to hate him. I don't even like his taste in music (with possible apologies to Talking Heads):

Crue :Kickstart My Heart Girls, Girls, Girls Wild Side
Slaughter :Fly to the Angles
Talking Heads : Burning Down the House
Warrant :Cherry Pie
and of course ... Barry Everything Can't Get Enough

If I hadn't met the guy, I would SWEAR everything he is doing is part of a bad reality TV show. "Let's take a REAL nerdy guy, give him a James Bond-like car, a credit card with unlimited funds and a script writer and let's see what happens. He has to be somewhat good looking but we have to make him exceedingly annoying. Then we'll see how long it takes for the chick to dump him."

Wait, I think that was a movie, wasn't it? Or should I anticipate Alan Fudd walking out of the shadows. "You're on Candid Camera!"