I can't stand Robin Thicke.
Any time I see him singing in his stupid high-pitched voice, I get acid reflux. I think he looks like a guy you'd meet in a Marina bar, who's too drunk and too full of himself to notice he pissed all over his own shoes. I don't know why, but that's what I think when I see him. The fact that he's Alan Thicke's son just makes him all the grosser. I cannot understand his popularity, and it fills me with rage.
There. *Phew* Glad I got that off my chest.
3 comments:
I hate his scraggly little mustache. If your mustache can't look like Magnum P.I.'s, why even try? I don't get it.
So, so true.
Go big or go home, Robin.
Post a Comment