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Did you know Metro Station (aka Metrosexual, as I like to call them – see earlier entitled “Like a Virgin, Jonas Brothers…”) are the older brothers of Disney Channel stars?

That’s right. I discovered this the other day and it blew my mind. IT BLEW MY MIND MAN! And few things blow my mind like this did. The last thing to blow my mind like this was those rumours (or truthinesses?) about Jackson from Hannah Montana being 30!

Actually, this post isn’t leaving the realm of Hannah Montana. But before we go on, let me make something very super absolutely totally completely clear: I love Hannah Montana. And I often ask myself:
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I bet even Hannah asks herself the very same thing:
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I know I would if I were a famous teen sensation.

Infact! I bet when Miley is “just being Miley”, she too considers what Hannah Montana might do. Why wouldn’t you?

And Hannah Montana would use her Hannah Montana teen sensationess to her advantage to teach the wrong-doer a lesson and then write a song about it which would be a number one hit and then she’d make up a dance for it and get a sparkly costume to match. That’s what Hannah Montana would do. So noble.

But we’re trailing off the actual point of this post, once again.

What blew my mind? Well, I’ll tell you.

Metro Station are the older siblings of Miley Cyrus and Mitchell Musso! THEY MET ON THE SET OF HANNAH MONTANA! I, too, would’ve started a band with a fellow older sibling did I meet them on teen sensation Hannah Montana’s show. And do you wanna know why? Because I would’ve thought to myself WWHMD? And I bet that’s exactly what they did. And then they named themselves Metrosexual… I mean Metro Station.

Also, p.s., Mitchell Musso plays Oliver ‘Smokin’ Oaken on Hannah Montana.

So yeah, Metrosexual, with their piercings and tattoos they look super hardcore and all… yeah… But um, you are just Disney with tatts, really. Ok, Metrosexual? Go play on Hannah Montana and maybe then I will listen to you. That’s how I discovered the Joe Bros, afterall. Everyone knew that was meant to be, me and the Joe Bros, not just friends.

Yes, ok, Metrosexual. You better come out of your closet and admit you’re just Disney. And you’ll always be Disney. Because you’re Hannah Montana’s brother…

AND THIS INFORMATION BLOWS MY MIND!

Finito.

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This blog is dedicated to Jo, who is leaving me on Wednesday. What a bitch. Seriously, how selfish, leaving me all alone here to fend for myself! WHAT KIND OF A FRIEND IS THAT! 😛

In other news, I will be extreamly sad, sadder than any of the rest of you lot so whatevs to your face.

So here we go, Jo. (Yes I can rhyme, bitch.) This is for you, because you are my best and favourite and twin and all those other awesome things.

First of all, let’s talk about things Jo likes:

Britney Spears, who likes to ask ‘Do you want a piece of meat?’. To which I say, ‘Yes Britney Spears, I would infact like a piece of meat.’

Katy Perry, who, infact did not kiss a girl, thus she is not able to comment on whether or not she liked it and if infact, the chapstick was cherry flavoured. These facts will be upheld in a court of law.

Speaking of law, Jo does law, I’m still unsure as to whether or not she likes it, but for now, let us put the LAW on Jo’s list of likable things. Of course, if all else fails, we can just pretend that by the LAW, I infact meant to say GEORGIA LAW, which of course Jo is a huge fan of.

Miley Cyrus. Well not really, but just to make it very clear, Jo, I’ve got my eyes set on you and I’m ready to aim. And I’m just being Miley.

Chutney Marys. Indian food makes us bloated.

Supermarkets. The all important destination for instant food goods! And discovering new vegetables. And realising that a red onion is not a red capsicum when you cut it open.

Cheezels. Because you can stick them on your fingers and eat them whilst still successfully changing gears… sort of.

Road maps. They’re useful for not driving around Mandurah in circles in the middle of the night.

Shoes. All shoes are Jo’s, bitch!

Television babies. They’re cuter in the box.

Old people having sex. Especially Jack Nicolson and Diane Keaton.

Alcohol. But alcohol doesn’t like Jo. Especially at the airport.

The Court. It’s full of drag queens and really trashy, cheesy pop music.

Coffee, especially when Jason makes it. Apparently he makes great coffee. Apparently, because I don’t like coffee.

And most importantly, me. Jo loves me. But why wouldn’t she?

And that’s it. Jo, how about you just call the whole trip off and stay here instead? It’s better that way.

xoxo,
g.