I think I like Ellen DeGeneres… Nooo… Not like LIKE- as in I want to tear her clothes off (why did I just write that) but more as in I’ve found myself watching her show on the Series channel on DSTV more than a few times a week.
Now, I immediately realised that upon learning of my new found attachment to the funny lady with cool hair and sneakers, my friends might don their traditional technicoloured mocking coats and tease me until I chose to move to a different continent. And thus… much of the reason that I feel the need to explain myself fully.
Apart from being married to the unbelievably hot and talented lesbian actress Portia De Rossi, she has a talkshow with a following of like a zillion people on Twitter (all things that I aspire to- except for the Twitter thing, im happy with you reading MyCityByNight). Oh then of course there’s the fact that she likes to dance- if you know me, you’ll know that I like to dance just as much as a Nigerian likes banking scams.
Then finally there’s the funny side to Ellen DeGeneres, with crackers like these she always has me in stitches-
I’m a godmother, that’s a great thing to be, a godmother. She calls me god for short, that’s cute, I taught her that.
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it’s worse when they are wearing dark glasses and have streamers in their antlers because then you know they were enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot.
Ok… Im done… Ellen Ellen, you rock my melon… whoa, where did that come from.