Results tagged “love letters” from Overlooked

Tod Lockwood immortalizes Stephen Colbert.

Since it is the glorious day of my birth, I do not want to besmirch this holy day with more sarcastic ranting of idiot males—ahem, I mean, our Hunk Fridays, but rather, I will write of a man about whom I am truly passionate.  Tall, dark and handsome with those oh so shiny thin-rimmed, metal glasses and beautiful wrinkles of laughter and wisdom.  That dashing dark, perfectly-cut power suit that shows off your hard pecs and chiseled biceps.  More handsome than Gandhi, more humble than Mandela, more conservative than O’Reilly (Papa Bear).  My simple, delicate heartbeats turn into incessant pounding every Monday through Thursday night, 11:30 pm.  Yes, Stephen Colbert, it is you.   It has always been you.  And it will always be you and only you.

There is no better time than now, this sacred day of my birth, for us to finally stop these shenanigans once in for all and declare our love for each other.  The only thing dividing our epic love is, no, not your wife, but that wench, Jane Fonda.  How dare she lay her old, flappy, protesting lips on your delicate cherry ones.  How dare she praise your supple, passionate lips, those that should be mine and only mine.  Oh woe is me to know that there is evidence of this heinous indiscretion online for all to see and know that you are still not mine (the May 9, 2007 show).

How could you, Jane Fonda?  HOW COULD YOU?  You already have your fitness empire, your movie tankers with Lindsay Lohan and JLo and even a song dedicated to you and the raunchiness you inspire in Mickey Avalon, aptly titled “Jane Fonda”.  Please, Jane Fonda, go back to your Excessive Machine from Barbarella.

So Stephen, please, end this silliness so the two of us can begin our path together. Once we are united, there truly is nothing that can stop our love.

mixtape = love

I sent her chocolates,
she said no.
I sent her flowers,
she said no.
I sent her a picture of me,
she said no.
I sent her a mix tape,
she said no.
I sent her a painting,
she said no.
I sent her an independent film,
she said no.
I sent her an invitation to dinner,
she said no.
I sent her tickets to the opera,
she said no.
I sent her an expensive dress,
she said no.
I sent her beautiful earrings,
she said no.
I sent her a gorgeous ring,
she said no.
I sent her a trip around the world,
she said no.
I sent her her new car,
she said no.
I sent her the keys to her downtown loft,
she said no.
I sent her my life,
she said no.
I sent her my soul,
she said no.
I sent her my anger and frustration,
she said no.
I kissed her,
she punched me in the mouth and broke my eyeteeth.
I sent her my lawyer.

¡Los ojos mas bonitos del mundo!

While it's fair to say that all of our Hunk Friday choices are universally adored, this is particularly true of Leif Garrett. To this very day, there are hordes of devoted fans professing their love in myriad languages. From the way his admirers sing his praises, one would think it was still the 70s and Leif is still the legendary and unsullied dreamy-eyed teen.

I could go on and on extolling his virtues and marveling at the intricate feathering of his hair (I admit it, I'm jealous), but who better to offer a tribute than the fans themselves? Some of the most passionate user comments at the Youtube page for "I Was Made for Dancin'" are listed below. Read, listen, and remember.

In order of ardor, from slightly lustful to just unabashedly creepy.

This is guy's got the most mesmerizing eyes.

Oh Leif! You was/are really handsome and I love this song FOREVER. Thank for the emotion!

i was made for leif garret

que guapo!!!!! nunca me olvide de el,la sonrisa mas hermosa,y los ojos mas bonitos del mundo,leif mi rizitos de oro
(So handsome!!!!! I've never forgotten about him, the most handsome smile, and the most beautiful eyes in the word, my leif with the golden curls)

te amo,te amo,te amo,siempre seras el amor de mi vida
(I love you, I love you, I love you, you will always be the love of my life)

i love you leif garrett,i want to have 50 children with you.and bring you with me to my country nicaragua and dance all night long with you,my virginity is complete yours
(Please note that this same person also wrote this as a separate comment in Spanish, just in case: quiero casarme con leif garrett y tener 50 hijos con el,es lo mas bello del mundooooooooooo,ademas que lo quiero consolar.)

We love you, Patrick!

Yesterday we here at Overlooked were passed along an amazing article from Best Week Ever called The Top 20 Stupid Faces Made By Patrick Swayze in Ghost. So inspired were we by P.Swayz's impressive emotive talents that we planned our own list featuring the hodgepodge of faces Claire Danes makes when she cries. However, given the terrible news that one of our original resident hunks has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, we would like to delay our post and wish Patrick all our best. We're still living every day like it's August 18th and we're rooting for you!

♥,
Overlooked

From Brooklyn with Love

Hi Scott. It's me, lengli.

I know it's been a long time since my brother used to make fun of me for singing along with the "Charles in Charge" theme song, but I want you to know that I haven't stopped thinking about you. You've stuck in my head just as well as that catchy pop song did. In fact, I even moved near your hometown of Bay Ridge in tribute. I swear the fact that they filmed "Saturday Night Fever" there didn't even cross my mind. John Tra-who-ta?

Every time I look at the Verrazano Bridge, I think about how you once looked at the very same view. What were you thinking about, Scott? Did you ever dream of who you would become? Could you possibly have imagined how things ultimately played out? I so long to understand your thoughts.

Well Scott, I have to be going now. My friend Alissa and I have looked up all the Baios in the area and we're going on a walking tour. When we walk by your old high school, I'll be sure to wave for you.

From now on, I'll be in charge of your days and your nights, of your wrongs and your rights. And you'll see. You'll want me in charge of you.

♥,
lengli

Start a Brand New Life with Tony

Tony Danza (to the tune of Elton John's "Tiny Dancer")

Hold me closer Tony Danza
Won't you take me to a buffet?
Why don't we go back home to Brooklyn
You had a busy day, oh eyyy

A memento from those halcyon days

Salutations, my dear friends. You probably remember me as Bubbles the Chimp, the star player of Michael Jackson's menagerie of animals at the Neverland Ranch. It's true: in the magical, dazey days that were the mid-80s, everything was all about The Bub. Spanky the Dog? Who? Uncle Tookie the Frog? Oh puh-leeeeeze. Yesiree, when it came to sheer pizzazz and pure animal magnetism, there was no contest.

Except for one man.

In all the land, there was only one who could rival my charm and charisma. Some might say that it was meant to be from the start: our eyes met across a crowded cancer research clinic one warm October afternoon, and I knew that my life was about to change forever. Even though he was talking to a doctor at the time, every sweet and dulcet word that tumbled out of his mouth like harvested wheat from a Thanksgiving cornucopia seemed like it was meant just for me. In the ensuing whirlwind, I was whisked away to California and promptly inaugurated into the heady lifestyle of the Hollywood glitterati. My welcome was warm and enthusiastic, and in just a few short months, my phone number was unlisted and I was the toast of the town.

However, no matter how famous I had become, it was Michael, always Michael whose approval I sought. Michael, who, with one pop of his hip, could light up an entire room. When he would spin on his heel and cry out "Shomon!" women and men alike would weep with joy and crying babies would burst into peals of laughter. He was a vision to behold, an inspiration, a legend.

Though my years with him were short, they were the most cherished ones of my life. I'll never forgive myself for letting things go sour; in my mission to be the only animal in his life, I ultimately drove him away and into the paws of another.

It's true what they say: if you love something, set it free....

Wooed away from Siegfried and Roy