Tonight, in the midst of the fantastic spectacle that is American Idol, Nathan got, well, a little carried away doing a Bo Bice impression when he grabbed our beige, velour throw from the couch, which probably weighs close to five pounds (the throw, not the couch) and put it on his head, flinging it around like hair, singing Bo's version of "I Don't Want to Be," that crappy Gavin Degraw song, a.k.a. the theme song from One Tree Hill.
The impression lasted a glorious 15 seconds, before the blanket whipped to the ceiling, breaking off one of the spokes of the fan, sending it spiralling across the room. It was pretty awesome. But if the fan had been on, it probably would have killed me.
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I have three things to say:
1. I hope our apartment managers don't read your blog, otherwise our "I don't know what happened, we were just sitting quietly on the couch sipping tea when the fan suddenly flew apart and almost killed us" plan is never going to work.
2. That impression of Bo Bice was REALLY good.
3. Man, Bo Bice is funny.
why is nathan trying to kill you?
amy...i'm glad nathan didn't kill you...clearly...the one who should die is bo bice...
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