Good grief - another week, another false alarm.

Isn't it weird that almost anything a teenage girl obsesses over, the rest of the world completely loathes?

Is it wrong that that headline using the term "Breaking Up" planted the image of the Jonas Brothers all being incestuously gay together in my head?

//Sure, they are saving themselves for the GIRL they will marry, doesn't mean they aren't boinking each other.

It's an early-Christmas miracle! Praise the lord! Praise him.

hetheeme: Is it wrong that that headline using the term "Breaking Up" planted the image of the Jonas Brothers all being incestuously gay together in my head?

//Sure, they are saving themselves for the GIRL they will marry, doesn't mean they aren't boinking each other.

Having that image in your head is not weird in the least. Now, sharing that image with the rest of us...yeah.

I'd prefer to read about their burning to death in a tour bus wreck, but people say I have issues.

vdantev: I'd prefer to read about their burning to death in a tour bus wreck, but people say I have issues.fark that. I'm thinking of a high-powered rifle blast to their stomachs. And a few cameras filming their last moments crawling around in their own blood, feces, and assorted viscera squealing like pigs until they finally expire in a horrible fashion.

Then drinking the tears of all of those vapid teenage girls who haven't yet got their spirit broken. But then again, that's just me.

vdantev: I'd prefer to read about their burning to death in a tour bus wreck, but people say I have issues.

It's not so much that I want them to die, I just want them struck mute and horribly disfigured. That way they can hear the taunts and screams of horror for the rest of their (hopefully) long lives.

They're still bringing in the bucks for Disney, and Mickey probably "convinced" them to stick to the corporate line..

*sons.

Guntram Shatterhand: vdantev: I'd prefer to read about their burning to death in a tour bus wreck, but people say I have issues.fark that. I'm thinking of a high-powered rifle blast to their stomachs. And a few cameras filming their last moments crawling around in their own blood, feces, and assorted viscera squealing like pigs until they finally expire in a horrible fashion.

Then drinking the tears of all of those vapid teenage girls who haven't yet got their spirit broken. But then again, that's just me.

F*cked your sister last night.