…. in my e-mailbox today from PostSecret.
Here is what PostSecret would like to say as a gracious loser — if gracious loserhood involved TALKIN’ DA SMACK!! — haha!:
Any follow-up? Anyone? 😉
…. in my e-mailbox today from PostSecret.
Here is what PostSecret would like to say as a gracious loser — if gracious loserhood involved TALKIN’ DA SMACK!! — haha!:
Any follow-up? Anyone? 😉
That was fun!
(And quite educational about *NSYNC.)
Yes, thank you for the fun.
WAIT, PEEPS! DON’T STOP PAYING ATTENTION TO THE TOURNEY YET! MY BOO-BYE GLOATATION WILL BE HERE TOMORROW!
sarahkaaaaay — uhm, dearheart, I need your address. Or I will auction your coffee to the highest bidder.
*nsync’s victory was so complete, it not only won the Women’s US Open, but also ruined Britney Spears’ comback performance at the VMA’s. Folks, there’s no way to know how far this is going to go.
I’m stocking up on water on canned goods, just in case.
NF — Hahahahahaha! Lemme go check my supply of MRE’s.
JUSTIN: Before we get started on our Celebratory Boo-Bye Gloatation, we would like to straighten somethin’ out. That postcard that PostSecret claims she got from us is a complete fake.
JOEY: Yeah. Lance is the only one who wanted to be dominated by Paul Bunyan. And that was very public, not a secret.
LANCE: Yeah, I did, a little. Though that chocolate guy was pretty cool.
CHRIS: So in your FACE, PostSecret! Uhn!
J.C.: Yea-ah.
JOEY: That’s all you’ve got, J.C.? Yeah?
J.C.: Yo, I’m just the producer of this here Best Thing Ever America comeback. I told y’all before it started that I wasn’t gonna try to steal the spotlight from J.T. anymore. He always owned it.
JUSTIN: Can we make this quick, guys? I’ve got a hot snack waiting in my limo for me. We’ve been partying for five days, though… so it might be cooled off by now.
JOEY: Justin, that is no way to talk about a lady.
JUSTIN: Nah, I’m talkin’ about my Hot Pockets. I told the driver to have those things ready as soon as the match was over. Maybe we can re-heat them.
JOEY: Whatevs, man. Whatevs. A’ight, guys. If you sing the lyrics wrong, you’re out of the Singing Bee.
CHRIS: What? I was… I thought this was the U.S. Open.
JOEY: Yes, but I have a show to promote. It’s on NBC almost every night, y’all, make sure you tune in.
SARAHK: I do! And I play along!
JOEY: You always were my favorite ‘NSYNC fan.
SARAHK: I get that a lot.
JOEY: Would you do the honors for me, sweet thang?
SARAHK: Oh. Yeah! HIT IT!
Hey Hey…. Bye-Boo-Bye (Boo-Bye)
(Boo-Bye)
Oh… Oh….
We… kicked your butt tonight
We proved that keeping Secrets bites
We know that our great might
Makes us number ooooonnnnne
We pwn3d you endlessly
Beat you 6-1, 6-3
So now it’s time to leave and take a cab home
We know that you can’t take no more
It ain’t no lie
Playing you was a major bore
Baby, Bye-Boo-Bye (Boo-Bye)
Don’t wanna play a tool like you
Stationery fades away, that isn’t coo’
You may bait us
But we will not lie
Or tell a secret, Bye (Boo-Bye)
You didn’t really make it tough
Maybe if we’d played each other in the buff
Might sound crazy
But it ain’t no lie
Baby, Bye-Boo-Bye
Oh…
You did all you could do
Which wasn’t much we promise you
You gave us no resistance
Baby, come onnnn
The crowd was all for me
Because they’d really come to see
That we were so much better… now you’re gone
You should go to the scrapbook store
And buy some dies
And make up some more Secrets, whore
Baby, Bye-Boo-Bye (Boo-Bye)
Don’t wanna play a tool like you
Pens run out of ink and yo, that isn’t coo’
You may bait us
But we will not lie
Or tell a secret, Bye (Boo-Bye)
You didn’t really make it tough
Maybe if we’d played each other in the buff
Might sound crazy
But it ain’t no lie
Baby, Bye-Boo-Bye
We’re cleaning up, we know for sure
We know we’re the best of all the boybands in the worl’
(Boo-Bye)
Went all the way and whooped it up
We made you our latest loser and we got the cup
We have secrets tooo tell you
About Chris’s fu
(manchu) Nah. We. Changed. Our Mind.
Ha-Hoo-Haaaa
Made ya think you’d get from us (get from us)
That we take the bus
Only. Lance. does. that. (Boo-Byyyyyyyyee, Baby!)
(Boo-Bye)
Don’t need to prove it anymore
This song says all that you need to know so hit the door
You may bait us
But we will not lie
Or tell a secret, Bye (Boo-Bye)
You didn’t really make it tough
Maybe if we’d played each other in the buff
Try it, lady
‘Cuz it ain’t no lie
Bye-Boo-Bye (Boo-Bye!)
SARAHK: Sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Y’all are teh awesome! My apologies for them calling you a whore, they didn’t mean it, I’m sure! Yaaaaaaaayyyy! I was singing along the whole tournament! “Y’all know that we came to rock, give us some of that Dirty Pop!” Guys? Guys! Hey, where are y’all going? Joey! I voted for you on Dancing with the Stars! Loved that Star Wars thing! Chris? Come back, what else do you have going on? No, not you, Lance. Justin! Justin! Grow your hair back out! I love the curls! *sigh* No, not you, either, J.C. Boo-Bye.