funny, innit? To really crack up, and I know I'm diverting from the topic, but check Amazon.com for reader's reviews on David Hasselhoff's music album -- yes, he sings! Some examples:
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At 5pm all of us were wasted on a high of pop tarts and kool aid when Herbie decided to change our lives forever: He put his radio shack speakers to the ultimate test: The one and only Very Best of David Hasselhoff.
Well, my friends, I just can say that It blew me away!!! The songs, the rithyms, the melodies, the holy voice, the chest hair. All the party, and with "ALL" I mean ¡The four of us!, just got into an abstarct, almost hypnotic mode that I had never, ever, felt before. The air started to smell like roses, the lights went dim, and the rush, oh my gosh, the rush was like (and forget my french) an orgasm. Since that day my mind hasn't stop repeating the celestial lyrics of the master piece, the opera prima, Hot Shot City:
"11 o'clock we are ready to rock,
11 o'clock yeah we are ready to rock!
Hot Shot City in a Saturday Night
We are gonna party down into the morning light!"
David Hassehoff may not be Richard Dean Anderson, Geraldo Rivera, not even Tony Danza, but he surely is the savior of the music industry, a man who truly dare to go where no other has gone
or better yet....
I love this album and play it at least 10 times a day, every day throughout what has been a very difficult time for me. My family and then my pets have left me, my neighbours curse at me in the street and birds no longer land in my garden. But through it all I just keep on playing the Hoff. Play this album once and you will never buy another one again
andd...
My God My God... Life is complete... I traded my AC/DC 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' import for this aural ambrosia. I have never looked back (except to see if He, Mr Hassleboff, is at my behind)
I now know Kung-Fu AND no longer need physical nourishment. I have lost all fear of North Korean avian flu laden nukes raining down from surplus Iraqi lighter than air invisible strike planes.
After I listening to this magnificent masterpiece of musical melodies I folded up my tin foil hat and have boldly strode from my closet.
I now no longer fear THEM reading my thoughts... I want them to read them... I want them to hear my memories of Hazzzeldoff echoing within my cranium. I need them to hear Hungledorf's mastering of the musical domain and spew with me the cream da la crème of pleasure that currently and constantly streams from my very loins.
Further after having quaffed a fine frothy homebrew (actually I killed the whole keg without any sign of intoxication) to the beat of Hot Shot City (which is particularly good) I realized thanks only to Dingle Hosdapiss I could levitate, cure cancer, solve quantum physics, kiss my willy, speak Mandarin Chinese with my hamster, understand how Gore invented the internet, rewire my child's play phone to speak with the dead, and noticed that Dagu Hobledoff has every hair on his cherubim head flossed by angels.
I can only plead purchase this album, sit on the street and rock with the world to the Word of David Husslehog!!!