son of kong
you have to exam how bad the '00s have been for jc chasez. the dude went from international pop senesation then to international pop senestation that dressed like a homeless person then to the guy who was anything but ironic with 'ironic' mullet then to an embarrasing solo album with a horrible song about women kissing women that even willam hung passed on then to that brief period where he was known as eva longoria's cooter warmer, now to, where a cameo on the cobra snake registers barely a blimp on anybody's pop culture radar except for people who are killing time before their friend gets off work, so they could film something as well as waiting for the last laundry load to finish.
and now, he's all creepy modern mountain man style. why doesn't he hang out with wade robson and do a special about how justin timberlake going solo ruined your careers.
have a good thanksgiving and seriously, watch "veronica mars" tonight or at least dvr it and tell me you'll watch it, but you'll just end letting it get deleted because there's that mini wonder showzen marathon on thanksgiving night, but you know, just humor me and told me you checked it out.
probably see ya on monday.