Don't Be a Hater, Yo!
So, you're here. You have doubts. You have questions. I have answers. See how well that works?
First things first. If you are convinced Ashley Parker-Angel is your betrothed...I recommend two things: 1) backing off, I know pressure points, and I'm not afraid to use them in the name of love; and 2) evacuating this website ASAP. If you are just an O-Town fan looking for straight-forward, honest info on the 5 "cuties" of Making the Band fame (ya know, those guys we saw inbetween clips of those awesome chicks Malia, Carrah, Cindy and my PERSONAL favorite, Shelli)...just follow number 2, because this is NOT the site for you. I may be honest, but I'm about as straight-forward as Paul Martin is loyal.
Okay, so it's Tuesday, January 23rd, 2001 (the day 99% of you most likely have marked on your calender's with "O-TOWN CD DAY!!!" circled in little red hearts), and I'm happy, (albeit mildy embarassed) to be the the proud owner of O-Town's debut album. Yay for me. Come on, cheer people. Thank you, thank you. I am only bringing this random piece of info to your attention to prove to you that I AM indeed a fan of the group (at the O-Town house, I KNOW Jacob is reading this and bowing to the computer screen) and I do hold high respect for them (stop laughing, Erik-Michael). This is just something I came up with to pay hommage to the lighter, more comical side of the 5 "serious men" (Bunim-Murray's words, not mine) who make up O-Town. It may seem like hard work, but I gotta admit, those dimwitted, blubbering knuckleheads (okay, that was a bit harsh) make it easy. Trust me. Between their inane misusages of every-day words to the way they really and truly think they're different than most boybands (when Mommy said you were "special", Erik, I don't think that's what she meant), they're as comically entertaining as a group of rhesus monkees on crack. Even you gotta admit...
So come on! Lighten up and...
SHOW SOME LOVE!
