There are times when the frenzy stops.
When the mania dies down.
When you come across something which leaves a blankness within you … something for which you cannot find the words …

There are times when the frenzy stops.
When the mania dies down.
When you come across something which leaves a blankness within you … something for which you cannot find the words …

…
Is that Vanilla Ice?
Dude, still Hasselhoff, believe it or not.
I am mostly interested in 2 things in this photo:
– the suspenders
– the PANTS
He’s got some kind of weird Robin Williams-Mork-from-Ork thing going on here.
And … does he fancy himself some kind of skate punk?
Shiela has gone bye-bye… On Alexander Hamilton’s 250th birthday (eh, plus or minus 2 years), Ms. OMalley tortures us with pictures of David Hasselhoff (probably a descendant of Hessians)…
Each time I return, no musing on Hamilton, just MORE Hasselhoff! I mean, come on, you’re reading about TJ, how ’bout something on the relationship between the two. (I still think Jefferson egged on Burr)
Oh JFH, you are such a BUMMER right now.
I’m gonna interrupt THIS to talk about Hamilton? Are you out of your mind??
This is a runaway train, baby. I don’t think even I can stop it.
For JFH … who is disappointed by the Hasselhoff mania.
Well, I got to come clean. After all these pics, David is starting to grow on me… his innocent, yet brooding eyes… the way he looks in leather; he truly is a man of all seasons… a man of a thousand faces and emotions, a sexy, sexy man.
I’ve got a wife and kids to think about! I can’t just up and leave to follow Mr. Hasselhoff as a stalker, which might very well happen if you keep posting these intriguing pictures.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph
Sometimes I think there is something to the claim that there is too much information on the web. When, you ask? Why, when Sheila suddenly has an attack of Hasslehoffapalooza, that’s when! And not just one, but another and another…
JFH:
Resist the pull! RESIST!!