George and Amal and her white gloves... Julianne and Kate...
JLo and her Golden Globes...and Jennifer, too.
JLo and her Golden Globes...and Jennifer, too.
I can't help it. I love it. I love "The Golden Globes." So much love. As if I even had to remind the eldest when he called from up north to ridicule my Calgon escape.
"Ma! Are you watching this sh*t?"
"Shush! I just started it."
"Wait till you see what -- "
"No spoilers! I recorded it."
"But Ma!"
"I mean it!"
"Can I just tell you this one stupid -- "
"No!"
"Oh, come on! Please!"
"Zip it, you."
"It's just a dumb --"
"Don't you call it dumb, mister."
"Ma!"
"I'm hanging up."
Or in my case, in front of the TV
"Ma! Are you watching this sh*t?"
"Shush! I just started it."
"Wait till you see what -- "
"No spoilers! I recorded it."
"But Ma!"
"I mean it!"
"Can I just tell you this one stupid -- "
"No!"
"Oh, come on! Please!"
"Zip it, you."
"It's just a dumb --"
"Don't you call it dumb, mister."
"Ma!"
"I'm hanging up."
Amal may look bored, but I live for this crap.
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