About this, all this blog is going to say: at least they won't have Clay Aiken and Angela Lansbury singing "Those Were The Days...." Or Larry King doing "Thank You For Being A Friend."
Let us just count our tender mercies they haven't asked Ellen to "dance" to Hugo Montenegro's Greatest Hits.
(And if you don't get the above references, you really are too young for this blog, Gosh darn ya.)
10 September 2005
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