Um, okay, like does this guy look familiar to anyone? I mean, I could be wrong and all, but I think he looks suspiciously like a certain boy-band homo-in-waiting (whose pic was recently snapped on the dancefloor of Oz as he shook his post-concert ass )….
You know, I think it’d be great for little Lance to come screeching out of his walk-in closet–not only for our sake (a highly visible–if artistically questionable–role model for tomorrow’ homosexuals), but also for his own. I’m sure the first real lover he scored would put an end to certain promotional campaigns that’ll inevitably come back to haunt him.
Of course, it’d also be fun to watch as hundreds of thousands of squealing prepubescent girls’ faces twisted into expressions of confusion, disbelief, anger, deep sorrow, back to anger, despair, and finally morose acceptance. Crushing children’s fantasies–it’s what makes life worth living.
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