Gabby Windey

So you just stand there dumbfounded staring at the tail of their mullet.

Wishing you had his scissors on you to cut it right off and take it for your voodoo doll.

But the audience did, like, I feel like these audiences are kind of, like, lukewarm.

It's hard to hear the laughter.

Like, not everyone is laughing or paying attention.

But especially with the heated rivalry boys, like, I thought they were going to be, like, hooting and hollering because who hasn't seen that?

But it's, like, maybe they're jealous because they're a new generation of actor.

Like, how is George Clooney...

still presenting as the most famous and most revered and most hottest, doesn't age, blah, blah, blah.

I haven't seen a movie of his since The Killer of the Tomatoes.

I was looking at his wiki and he was in a movie called Killer of the Tomatoes.

This is our lead Hollywood actor.

This is our god.

This is our country's salt and pepper, never aging, blockbuster, heartthrob.

And he's up against tomatoes and dying to make ketchup out of those ruddy, ovicular fruit vegetable undecided.

We still don't know which is which because it has seeds.

But it's like move over, VeggieTales.

It's time.

There are new heartthrobs around these parts.

And it's the Heated Rivalry Boys.