Blasphemy
Earlier tonight, while watching Justin Timberlake: Down Home In Memphis on Starworld:
My mum: So who’s this?
Me: blah blah blah blah soooooo cute blah blah blah blah sooooo catchy blah blah blah blah fantastic dancer, look mum!
My mum: He looks like Gurmit Singh.
I have not the words.
[For non-Singaporeans: Gurmit Singh is a local TV personality, best known for an admittedly masterly comedy role as a dodgy building contractor sporting a mini-Afro perm, yellow rubber boots, and a large mole, best forgotten for an attempt at a talk show where he was probably trying to be Conan O’Brien but didn’t quite realize that only Conan O’Brien can be Conan O’Brien, and everyone else trying to be Conan O’Brien really just ends up as cringeworthy as Brooke Shields in Suddenly Susan. Suffice to say, he SO DOES NOT EVEN FAINTLY RESEMBLE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, OR VICE VERSA.]
Your mum thought WHAT!?!
I suppose … they’re both Christian?
Yeah, but God sure spent a little more time on one of them! :P
I love your mum =D
Yes, but doesn’t Gurmit Singh have such honest eyes? Really, I think he’d be much easier to introduce to your mother. And look at his CV! He must be quite the dancer.