The Killer Robot is secretly a huge David Hasselhoff fan. How could you not be? Every great artistic endeavor of the last 20 years has starred, you guessed it, the Hoff . . . I mean, it's hard to get much better than the young, suave Knight Rider . . . or the older, rugged lifeguard on Baywatch . . . and his albums . . . I mean, it's a very bold statement for an artist to release a Greatest Hits Album on his second album, but the Hoff is just that artist.
Anyway, I'm watching Extra tonight, and the Hoff is off the wagon, and it's breaking my heart . . . And his own daughter, little Taylor-Ann, is busy videoing him and releasing the tape . . . and it's like someone is hitting my heart in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer.
So, if you're religious, just remember the Hoff when you say your prayers tonight. He needs our help.
Finally, I'll leave you with this.
The word Hasselhoff doesn't translate from English to German.
But the word "Hoff" does. It means hope.
Wow. Hope. Wow.
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Most people think he was drunk with liqour, but my source (a certain Black Trans Am) knows The Hoff has been hitting Tuscan Milk. And not the 2%, but the "Whole" version.
Who can blame him for being hooked on the that sweet, sweet, elixir.
Watching the Hoff eat a cheesburger off the floor like a dog was something I wish I had never seen. Shattered illusions!
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