One of the Spinners died yesterday. The high-pitched one for whom the name "Spinners" was most appropriate. I always liked the Spinners. They were soulful ("Rubberband Man git down!") without being menacing. And they had nicely cropped afros.
Oh, how I love to run my mouse pointer along the heavenly triangle in your sternum, Chuck Norris Muppet Baby!
Do steroids erase the belly button or something? Another reason to stay away, junior leaguers. But congratulations to Il Bonaduce who has now taken every drug ever invented.
But I think he should know that he is the only person on the entire planet who is happy with this photo. It is a black hole for happiness. There should be a warning label so the viewer knows that he risks having all the happiness sucked out of him for several minutes. Why does Danny Bonaduce hate the world so much? I'm not his father who abandoned him.
The chick on the right is from Trading Spaces. Forgot her name, but I remember one time while watching, that I wished this kind of thing on her because I felt she upstaged the more coital Page Davis on the program.
Even sadder than this, the brilliant Adam Carolla was recently forced to share his radio show with Chuck Norris Muppet Baby. It's radio's version of the KFC Famous Bowl. You have some tasty ingredients, but they shouldn't be mixed in there like that. Gimme food, not feed.
Farrah Fawcett, the woman you haven't thought about while holding your genitals in over 20 years, is cancer-free. Doctors, with the supervision of Charlie, worked feverishly to remove the tumor so she could be embalmed properly and get on with her film career. She's pictured here in the 80s wearing an internal face cast to help heal injuries from the filming of "Extremities."