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Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases.
It’s Monday. We feel your pain.
But as you waddle into work, weighed down by the enormous turdload you have spent the weekend saving so that you may spend an hour of the boss’s time reading a newspaper this morning, do not despair.
Because when you make it back to your desk, feeling like Octomom after she pumped out her kids, there’ll be a nice little surprise waiting for you.
Here’s your Mango!
Does anyone else get the impression that Steve Guttenberg must be pretty flipping terrified at the moment?
Michael Jackson – the man behind all the songs you loved from the 1980s – is dead. Ed McMahon – the man who sat next to the late-night TV host you loved in the 1980s – is dead. And now John Hughes – the director of just about every film you loved from the 1980s – is dead as well. Guttenberg is next. He has to be.
John Hughes, the man behind The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, died of heart attack yesterday in Manhattan. He was 59.
