Invisible ThighMaster
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Recipe for Tramp Scamp:
1 black leotard from 1988, wedgie optional
1 wig from Splash
A dash of crack
Video by: Worst Radio Show Ever, hands down via Submit a Video
Recipe for Tramp Scamp:
1 black leotard from 1988, wedgie optional
1 wig from Splash
A dash of crack
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Screw rolling over in his grave – I’m pretty sure our pal Francis Scott Key is clawing at the inside of his coffin right now. Oh, and as for those pesky lyrics, aren’t they right in front of you on the podium, fellah? Isn’t that what’s on the piece of paper you keep looking at? Or perhaps it just says, “Note to self: Don’t fuck this up.” Or maybe it’s a printout of one of those Hawtness ladies for inspiration. The world may never know.
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Once again, it’s our old pal Shane, looking like an air traffic controller and sounding like, well, Shane. And – wait for it – he brought sheet music this time, beyotches. The planes can wait.
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OK, in this woman’s defense: That is a really tough song to pull off – as is that hairstyle. And, unfortunately, she does neither. She really seems to feel the lyrics though: “Nothing’s going right/and everything’s a mess.” And how, sister. Sounds like there’s a pack of wild dogs in the bar tonight to give you a hand, though.
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Somebody find the damn ChapStick for her! Oh, whew – 1:08 mark – she found it…and she’s still going. But what’s she watching on the screen in front of her? Perhaps it’s a teleprompter to remind her of the complicated lyrics. Wait now, was it buh-tic-ticka or buh-tic-chicka? I’m never gonna get this right! Plus, it’s making my lips really dry.
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