Fiasco! Glass Roof Collapses on Chris Noth, Jersey Shore Stars!

Chris Noth you use a miracle cream, the wrinkles and furrows, wash out like a dream. I've seen it being used on something before, I think it was polish, on the kitchenette floor. No. 101. "Jet black" for men, away with the grey, its good stuff "ye ken". A wee dab here, and a wee dab there, gives you a mop, of fine black hair. It glints in the limelight, and offers lens flare, the crowds are agog, at the sight of your hair. Appearance is premium, at this show tonight, you puff out your chest, with all of your might. Your appearance of late, has really changed, I think your becoming, a little deranged. A mid life crises, may be the reason, springtime vanity, it is certainly the season. Your butt has reduced, at an alarming rate. going, going, gone! oh no its too late! You have nothing left, for Tara to grab, you will have to get feeding, on some tubs of lard! Restoring your butt, will take patience and time, no problems says you, "Im a man in my prime". Give me some cakes, a biscuit or two, "I'll soon have my butt, winking at you". It is an art, getting your butt to wink at folk, "Its no problem for me, after all, I'm a bloke". You act out good qualities, that women do like, Occasionally your told, to "get on yer bike"! Your butt is so neat, and tidy, I ogle it often, but mostly on Friday. Your legs are light brown and hairy, a wee bit rough, for a kiddies "tooth fairy". Your butt's so fine, you could swipe through a visa, you better not grimace, in case of a seizure. But then again, you could try an Express, but maybe that, would, be too much of a mess. You have become, a product icon for men, with that name, that sounds like Bionical Germ. It pulls out the creases and makes you all smooth, a bit of pink plaster, to fill out the grooves. So every morning, get out your trowel, fill it with muck, and sort out your scowl. A wee dod here, and wee dod there, better be careful, not in the hair. Your previous wrinkles, were nice and homely, something to climb into, when feeling all lonely. A bit of spare baggage, under your sockets, could come in handy, when you run out of pockets. But now, theres no more swags and tails, unless, the innovative rollerball fails. Your versatile image, can run rough or smooth, but you have to remember, to fill in the grooves. You might try some sanding, if there are runs, Grade 1, 2 or 3. leave 4. for the buns. A buffer could help, with that finishing glow, the speed settings, not high, but on medium to low. What year were you born, is the topic just now, I think it was when, they invented the plough. A little hint, would go a long way, and Kuriously, it would brighten my day. At the oscars, you looked so fine, all the photographers, snapped, one at a time. Your bow tie looked, a little bit off, but generally, you looked like a Toff. I see that you were up for an auction, last week, and from what I hear, willing to bare one cheek. Daring to bare, and making it nude, I hope that the prize, is not misunderstood. I bet you a fiver, to do a 'Godiva'. On a future "good wife" set, Your ego being active, "its just too attractive", I think, I might just be, in debt! If that were to happen, your fans will be clapping, mass hysteria, will surely break out. Half the ghirlies are ranting, some of them panting, and one of them holding a pout! So come on Chris Noth, if you get on to twitter, I'll send you a spud, in the form of a fritter. A greasy wee dish, will help you fill out, and if you are very lucky, you might even get gout! One final exclaim!, I know its quite lame. But, obsession is no laughing matter! I think you should know, this text will go slow, as I'm now running out of "patter"! ................................................... Okay chris Noth, I should explain, I was a little bit rash, on that "final exclaim", my kuriousity, is getting the better of me, I can't make my mind up, about you, you see! I dont want you, to get the wrong notion, as I am taken myself, with completed devotion. So don't, send me flowers, chocolates or toast, unfortunately for you, you've been pipped at the post. I have admiration, for you, and your butt, but don't be afraid, I'm an average nut. So don't get alarmed, at all this attention, The Voo Doo dolls, we wont even mention. I usually make, my mind up in five. but with you, I cannot derive. I'm on the fence, undecided, unclear, Are you good or bad? please give me a steer! I admire you, and I cannot say why? perhaps, it because your an alright guy. Or maybe I'm wrong, and your a horrible git, Concluding my story, I'll feel like a twit! Your a great advertiser, for all the big names, do you think they would mind, if it became part of my game. I could write them a rhyme, with some music and time, if you think its worthwhile, just tweet me a sign. NO OFFENCE INTENDED - Kuriouscat. ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ Chris Noth, a month has now gone by, I'm fair disappointed, I can't tell a lie! I thought by now, you'd have had a wee tweet, You can trust in me, I am very discreet! I'm fair disappointed, because you've not joined, this social network, that twitter has coined! You must know, that your fans, are just waiting, some of them anxious, and some of them fainting! If they get a petition, would you think of it then? they'd vote you for mayor, they're so loyal "ye ken"! I think your quite stubborn, to say the least, It's like taming the shrew, or is it taming the beast! I have poked you, with my "cheeky" stick, just so happens, that your skin's, quite thick! No movement from you, in the form of a twitter, Oh yes! did I mention, the prize is a fritter! Fritters are good, with a distinctive taste, all crispy and golden, with a spud tasting paste. The more drippy the grease, the easier it slides. I reckon its better with chips on the side! The new diet is working, your looking so trim, lots of new clothes and a top plaster skim. Your biceps, look all shiney and round, Are they for real, or is it silicone compound? They resembled some boobies, that I saw once, mistakingly, close up, I thought they where buns! Your fan base are rousing, and saying its not fair, that your not on twitter, and not wanting to share! Now you must be thinking, "why all the rush, there's plenty of time, you don't need to push"! A month of expecting, a twitter from you, is enough of a wait, it's about 500 brews. I have a confession, that I have to make, for you to do twitter, I have a big stake! I put on a bet, that, I would get you a "twitting", and as you can see, Im not ready for quitting! I betted a fiver, and thought I would win, I should not have gambled, I know it's a sin! But the deed is now done, and I cannot let go, I'm persistant you see, but have nothing to show! If the answer is no, then the answer is no, Then the tweets from Chris Noth is a simple no show! I will end, my temptatious technique, and perhaps have a go, with a plate of pomme frites! I will have to get around, this no win situation, a plan to be hatched, out of need and frustration. I'll buy a wee bird, one that will speak, I'll test him out first, to make sure that he tweets! I will paint up his feathers, a light shade of brown, and I dye his head black, just the top of his crown! I'll feed him with trill, and a bit of a loaf, tell him over 'n' over that his name is "MacNoth"! The only thing is, he lacks in physique, I'll have to try out, a lengthening technique! I need to stretch out, his wee tiny pegs, until he's a 33", inside his leg! He has a spare tyre, around his mid, The vet will do lipo, for around 40 Quid! His claws are rough, in need of a pedicure, this will protect, the keyboard, for sure! He carefully picks, at the keys nice and neat, the letters he needs, to get out his tweet. Sometimes he get angry, and, gives it a peck, I better not let on, there is a spell check! His chest is all puffy, and filled out with air, I might shave it off, and make him go bare! A top coat of tan varnish, should do the trick, hoping the cold, does not make him sick! I'll have to do something, with his fluffy top, Bionical Gel, should produce a slick mop. The lights on his napper, sparkle and glint, don't look too close, or you'll be left with a squint! His shoulder's are broad and boy do they sway, for a wee bird, it's a real manly way! And his walk is strong, and just fantastic, it amazing what you can do, with some glue and elastic! Miniature weights, tied on to his claws, would build up his muscles, and add to the cause! His beak is just right, the ratio's true, with a wee touch of putty, and he will look just like you! His jaw is now, very defined, to be honest, it was a bit of a grind! He squeaked and he squawked, at each little tweak, but now he is a bird, that is very unique! The process itself, was not very easy, Any bird lover, will find this quite queasy! He never complained, throughout all his training, I think for stardom, he is secretly aiming! "Wee Chris MacNoth", I'm sure is content, When I tell you, that this role, was heaven sent! He is a natural entertainer, and showman as well, his ego is growing, "how can I tell"? His head is getting bigger, I think it might blow, now that, would, make a great, "wee Chris Mac" show! Theres tears in his eyes, and he's looking intense, oh! I see it now, theres some grit on his lens! He is pretty good, at acting for ghirlies, a wee wink here and there, sends them into twirlies! The ghirlies are giddy and lightheaded too, he blows out air kisses, and aims them at you! His wardrobe is filling, with all types of leathers, he thinks it is sexy and works with his feathers! The stylist is ducking, from his requests, for a "Rab C. Nesbitt's", string type vest. He has suddenly developed, a liking for kilts, swinging his butt and making it tilt! Left and right, as high as it will go, shocking the ghirlies, and making them glow! Up to now, I have not mentioned much of his butt, it's not very visible, when doing his strut! It looks a bit lost, and kind of a small, but remembering now, that he's near 6 foot tall! Perhaps an injection of fat, to his ass, will make his butt, a convincing 'A' pass! Or, we could camouflage, and stuff in a quilt, it's okay in his jeans, but not in his kilt! I'll bet you a fiver, I can pull this one off, A replica clone of the big Chris Noth! As long as he tweet's, I'm in with a shout, You had your chance Chris, the birds in, and your out! Now don't start to greet, or winge, or whine, It's "wee Chris's" shot now, at the big time! The press is excited, at this new chris clone, they are desperately trying to get him alone! Wee chris is overwhelmed, at all this attention, we will have to make sure, he gets a good pension! The pressure is mounting, and he is standing tall, his fans are all squealing, he's having a ball! He started to show, an interest in smoking, no kidding, seriously, I am not joking! Between, his two feathers, he stuffs a cigar, waves it around, when he's at the bar! The problem with this is, that he is vunerable, He does not realise, that his top coat is flammable! A stray spark from a cig, could prove fatal, even death, I think in the long run, I will have to buy meths! Occasionally, I must admit, he drinks to excess, I've told him too quit! Drink after drink, he starts to get boozie, this is when, he becomes a wee woosie floosie! We all have weaknesses, "I say with a sigh", He done me a favour, he's my wee tweety pie! Its amazing the length, that we'll go for a bet, "Ah life, its just a game of roulette"! The "Wee Chris MacNoth", is the apple of my eye, he does what he told, he is my kinda guy! He tackles the twitters, left, right and centre, He teeters and tweeters on the edge of adventure! "Wee Chris MacNoth", is looking quite dapper, he is tweeting out, amazing Scot's "patter"! The words flow out, graceful and ryhming, Its amazing his wee brain, can deal with the timing! "Wee Chris MacNoth", is an amazing wee creature, Im sure there's a film, for him to be featured! I don't have an agent lined up for him yet, As I was saying "its a game of roulette"! NO OFFENCE INTENDED - Kuriouscat.

INSULT COMING: TO BAD THEY WERE NOT FLATTENED LIKE GREASY PANCAKES. WHY ARE THEY SO POPULAR? I GUESS IF YOU HOOK UP WITH MEATHEADS AND SK@NKS, DRINK TILL YOU PUKE AND FIGHT EVERYONE WHO EYEBALLS YOUR ORANGE TANNED FACE, MAKES YOU A "STAR".HOW PATHETIC..ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS DUMB PEOPLE WATCH'ING DUMB PEOPLE.

Insult coming: To bad the roof didnt flatten them like greasy pancakes. Why are these morons so popular? I guess hooking up with meatheads and dumb sk@nks, drinking till you puke,and fighting anyone who eyeballs your ugly tan face makes you a "star" ugh.. all I can say for those who watch this trainwreck. DUMB PEOPLE WATCH'ING DUMB PEOPLE.

Oh darn, the atrium is ruined.

We can give a rats a.s.s about jersey w.h.o.r.e cast they'er a bunch of re.t.a.r.d.s who cares what happens too those morans !

Never seen Jersey Shore and never will. Even if anything did happen to those kids, it's not like anyone would care. Worthless human beings.

hate snooki love pauly D and the situation

Glad to hear no one died when the roof collapsed. Because when a roof collapses, people usually die. If I didn't know that Us is known for its Pulitzer prize-winning journalism, I'd maybe say the headline is a bit hyperbolic, and maybe just a panel in a glass skyline broke. But that's just me.

Is it just me or does "Snooki" look like an Oompa Loompa?????? Oh, wait, the Oompa Loompas were cute. My mistake.

Twitter: GET OVER IT.