His publicist, I guess she is - well, this woman at one of Adam's last gigs before he left to shoot the movie. She was wearing this... non-shirt thing, out of which her boobs were popping QUITE a lot. And she was... well, a bitch.
A publicist is in charge of advertising and getting his name out.
An agent manages his gigs. ... ... And other stuff.
... I guess you need two people for that. *Scratches head*
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
What's next on Adam's list? An afro? Because I sure hope not.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
I'd better leave on a high note then. I'm sure I'll revert to my unfunny albeit exceptionally cute self soon. I have one of those huge "Jan Brady" wigs at home, we could get Adam to wear it or maybe just sing to it, like a spork.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm