Vin's countless posts predicting that the critics would tear Angelina's performance apart for being hammy and hokey
Don't be naïve, Nicole. It's a big budget DISNEY film. Half the critics are bought, so half
the reviews will be paid for. You can't tell me a critic saw the scene below and
praised Angelina Jolie's bad acting without being bought by DISNEY.
Cringe-worthy and embarrassing. Watching it tomorrow, though.
Love to watch a good trainwreck every now and again with my crew.
Watching them perform together gets me so hype for the On The Run Tour
And I am gonna **** myself when I see Yonce and ***Flawless
Yes because I can see the flaws in all the girls in my sig and accept them. You should do the same stanning for that lose ***** Rihanna or is that just a trend you're on now? I've seen stuff about your hopping way
Yes because I can see the flaws in all the girls in my sig and accept them. You should do the same stanning for that lose ***** Rihanna or is that just a trend you're on now? I've seen stuff about your hopping way
What are those asterisks supposed to be? The 5 letter word for hoe? I don't care who Rihanna sleeps with. And, there's a difference between "seeing the flaws" in your fave and full-on sounding like a hater
What are those asterisks supposed to be? The 5 letter word for hoe? I don't care who Rihanna sleeps with. And, there's a difference between "seeing the flaws" in your fave and full-on sounding like a hater
I bought BEYONCE and saw her live on her Mrs Carter Tour so I have all the room I want to criticize her
Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up", I just go slower
High like treble, puffing on the mids
Ya man ain't ever seen a booty like this
And why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue
Cuz when he wanna smash I'll just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got SICKA
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like like liquor, like like like liquor
Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up", I just go slower
High like treble, puffing on the mids
Ya man ain't ever seen a booty like this
And why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue
Cuz when he wanna smash I'll just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got SICKA
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like like liquor, like like like liquor
Lightning flickers across an ominous gray sky, shorting out the image. Everything pixelates, down to microscopic levels. The earth yawns and shudders. Civilizations totter, collapse, and rise again. Heavenly choirs soundtrack epic orgies. The Demon Bitch Goddess Mother Saint lives again, with digital blood running through coaxial veins. Song of the year? Song of the millennium.
Quote:
A masterful exercise in dynamics, which is a terribly dry description of a song whose euphoria climaxes so naturally. The wobbly synths and Britney’s not-quite unnoticeable tracing of Ke$ha’s guidelines mark time well enough, but they’re just there to delay, in almost tantric fashion, the arrival of the blissful chorus. After the hook’s first appearance, with the song two thirds finished, the tune catapults into a state of untethered, freeform loveliness, a state of bliss teetering forever on the cusp of the apocalypse.
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Since succumbing to the allure of celebrity excess, Britney is less a human being than a nerve ending, responding to sensual pleasure with signals sent to a central processor that responds with gurgles, sighs, and coos. I’m a sucker for apocalyptic dance songs about dancing, and this one hooked me from the electronic stuttering applied to key verbs to the oh-oh-ohs straight out of mid eighties Italo disco. May she never grow up.
