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Defamer on last night's Golden Globes.
Stop what you’re doing, go back to the TiVo, and replay the first five minutes of last night’s broadcast, an introductory montage of red carpet arrivals set to a “special” version of the already dangerously insipid Pussycat Dolls song “Don’t Cha.” If you don’t find yourself rummaging around the kitchen for a blender large enough to fit around the human head by the time they sing, “Don’t cha love that Russell can throw left hooks”/Don’t cha know the cowboy with his good looks?” you’re far more generous souls than we are.
Stop what you’re doing, go back to the TiVo, and replay the first five minutes of last night’s broadcast, an introductory montage of red carpet arrivals set to a “special” version of the already dangerously insipid Pussycat Dolls song “Don’t Cha.” If you don’t find yourself rummaging around the kitchen for a blender large enough to fit around the human head by the time they sing, “Don’t cha love that Russell can throw left hooks”/Don’t cha know the cowboy with his good looks?” you’re far more generous souls than we are.