Thursday, February 4, 2010

Step 1: Just Say No to Drugs, Sex and...Roll

How to Be a Rock Star? I think you gave up that quest when you slipped on that promise ring. I like my rock stars wasted, falling over, flashing their genitalia and dead by 27.

Not that I'm griping. He's my favorite Jonas Brother -- whose names I refuse to learn and whose existence I barely acknowledge -- since he's on the verge of being busted, but manages to pull it off.

And, also a hot piece of candy. He's of age right? As if it's stopped me before...

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