On Glee

Here's my generality of FOX's "hit show Pride":

* It's about a high institution vocal group of preposterously attractive ragtag band.
* It is lacking harmonious, lacking "the making of" for that music.
* Have fun can only encircle singing or the functionality of the group. Officially telling, life-altering activities prerequisite be planed over or rigid taking part in a single happening. Almost certainly two.
* Rachel Barry is a fathomless prima donna, raised the Jewish-American princess of a Broadway-happy gay couple. She has close width of character.
* Kurt is the only uncompromisingly gay kid at his high institution, therefor his only scenes are about him being gay. All his songs are generally for female leads, except the one time he questioned his sexuality and sang John Mellancamp. He and Rachel are in the main the dreadfully character, except Kurt cares about terrible others and being friendly. Were they to scuffle to the departure, Rachel would rip his gorge out.
* RThe only mature characters are Puck the badass and Quinn, the girl who got knocked up in pizzazz 1. The rest are as reasonably stupid and selfish as group necessitate be, but so are the adults.
* Season 1 was about little. Season 2 is about... to all intents and purposes, no one has figured that out yet.
* If they squeeze not ruined your favorite song yet, either they'll get to it or you're skillfully lots to like speed metal.

Here's the thing, though: Lea Michele is wholly sexy. Her character is a frumpy bitter priss I'd like to suppress with a Put in the wrong place Loveliness sash, but the 24 year old actor is wholly morally attractive, particularly later we're moreover Jewish and as such squeeze a do of putting down our own attractive women.

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See? Very good Jewish-cute. It's the Sephardi."

In fact, a few nights back I had a fairly rousing purpose with Lea Michele coming onto me, which is abnormal for example I from time to time squeeze dreams that incredible and very for example I don't purpose about celebrities. (Of spill, two generation subsequently I dreamt of Kevin Corrigan's eyes blowing up for example the South Conciliatory tranny in a blonde sundress and one shoe he was photographing at my grandmother's legislature tore a teddy maintain, the consequent eye-goo littering the factory and driveway being no matter which my devise contracted was "Corpse Christi" like "mass collosum" but to all intents and purposes it's a metropolis in Texas.)

Very, my personal, self-hating Jewish opinion of Lea Michele was slightly perfunctorily vanquished by a major player in a teenager political party trying to mack with me, and the only thing I can tell you is Lea Michele's neck-nuzzling boob-area has the unquestionable dreadfully stop as a shroud draped randomly over your dead to the world wrap.

"This is why I can't squeeze nice dreams."