10 - What’s the worst thing about this picture of Linda Hogan? Oh, that’s right, ALL OF IT – AmyGrindhouse
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Hello, and welcome to another hecklerspray. What’s that? Sorry, but we couldn’t quite hear you.
It’s probably because we’re blasting Electric Youth, track 7 of Debbie Gibson‘s critically acclaimed second album, also entitled Electric Youth. We realise most people might think it’s entirely too loud, but loud is the only way to listen to such an incredible talent.
Allow us, if you will, to reach past our 8.5×11 full-colour glossy autographed copy of a Debbie Gibson 2003 head shot, past our recently acquired eBay-sandwich bag full of Debbie Gibson hair and soap scrapings, and past the finely stitched velveteen pillow delicately covered in rose petals and lip-shaped chap stick smudges, to turn down the volume. That’s for Debbie. The pillow is for Debbie.
What’s that? You didn’t know any of us Deb-heads still existed? You may be surprised to know, then, that there are enough of us to almost literally fill the convention room of the Renaissance Inn down in Oklahoma City. One such fan even stalked her recently – followed her all the way to her hotel room. She did not appreciate this at all.
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Hello, and welcome to another hecklerspray. What's that? Sorry, but we couldn't quite hear you.
It's probably because we're blasting Electric Youth, track 7 of Debbie Gibson's critically acclaimed second album, also entitled Electric Youth. We realise most people might think it's entirely too loud, but loud is the only way to listen to such an incredible talent.
Allow us, if you will, to reach past our 8.5x11 full-colour glossy autographed copy of a Debbie Gibson 2003 head shot, past our recently acquired eBay-sandwich bag full of Debbie Gibson hair and soap scrapings, and past the finely stitched velveteen pillow delicately covered in rose petals and lip-shaped chap stick smudges, to turn down the volume. That's for Debbie. The pillow is for Debbie.
What's that? You didn't know any of us Deb-heads still existed? You may be surprised to know, then, that there are enough of us to almost literally fill the convention room of the Renaissance Inn down in Oklahoma City. One such fan even stalked her recently - followed her all the way to her hotel room. She did not appreciate this at all.