Hi, I'm Michael Johns and I love BeckEye thiiiis much!
(The alternate title for this post was "I'm Going Slightly Mad," since Michael's also a Queen fan. Oh, and because I'm clearly on the express train to Nutbag City Limits.)
(The alternate title for this post was "I'm Going Slightly Mad," since Michael's also a Queen fan. Oh, and because I'm clearly on the express train to Nutbag City Limits.)
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Lucky for MJ you don't have stalker tendencies. Do you?
My guess is that he'll send you a sign through his next song choice on the show. Maybe he'll do Jim Steinman
Sign me your "EX"
Johnny Travolta
Oh well, I guess it's out now!
*storms off to have a hormonal and phenomenal sulk*
I guess I'll go worship at the Altar of the Archuleta, now that Miceal Johns means nothing to me.
*sobs*
Ride that pony, Beckeye. Ride that pony.
GT - Yes, and when I look closely into his eyes, I turn into a little pool of BeckEye.
Mike - Please. He loves it!
Slave - Why are you trying to undermine our love?
Chancelucky - Yes, the wife. Nice gal and all, but hey, he's mine now. Michael had me at his opening line - "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" Of course I said yes.
Suze - John has kids. I can break up a marriage, but not a family. Come on!
Michael - The truth has set us free.
**NOTE TO ALL: "Michael Johns" is not me. I don't know who it is for sure, but my Stat Counter is giving me an idea. But since I'm not positive, I will just pretend that it really is him.
BAP - Oh God, you can do better than little Archie! I would offer you Jason Castro, but Falwless would kill us both.
Dale - What a terrible thing to say, Dale. I'm going to squish your head, rip it off and hang it from my rearviewmirror.
Scott - He loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah.
CDP - You see how his right hand is kind of blurry? He was extending it further, but I wanted to get both hands in the frame. Don't you worry, he stretched them as far as he could.
Falwless - What I said to Red. And I will ride that pony, thank you very much. That's one horsey Kristy Lee will never get her mitts on.
Beth - He can do whatever he wants with my head.
I stumbled across your blog while Googling my own name.
There seems to be some confusion. This was not me saying that I love you that much. This was me saying "This is my tip."
And not the tip you give to a waitress either. Unless she's smokin' hot, that is.
Anyways, I just wanted to drop you a line and let you know what you'll be facing. Or some part of you will be facing.
Love,
Michael
(I hope that made you feel good, and make up for John T. - Dan)
But, you scared the hell out of me with this, "I stumbled across your blog while Googling my own name."
This could very well happen. If I were him, I would Google myself all day long. And he's going to find me and think I'm some crazy chick, so my big plan to steal him away from his wife will backfire, and then I'll have to get plastic surgery to change my face, so he no longer knows I'm me when I finally take off the bandages and continue with my evil plan. *sigh* Obsession is such hard work.