Channeling my inner Frank Sinatra...what the hell is this hippy crap?
Tonight you can really tell the George Michael is Greek. He looks like the guy who sells Greek key jewelry at the St. Demetrius Greek Fest every Fathers Day Weekend.
Channeling my inner Hartmann channeling his inner Sinatra:
What is this crap? Hey George, wake me up before you go-go, and stop hanging out in men’s rooms. It’s creepy. Want to do something dirty with someone you don’t know? Get a room in Vegas and cruise the bars like a normal person.