What's Up With John Mayer's Bad Hattitude?

If anything, it's better.  We're really working on lowering the tone though, so thank you!

On a scale of one to The Biggest Hobo, we award this one dollar. Just one. We don't want to enable.

Word to your respective mothers. We'll be back soon with more misguided fuglyness from the rejected fourth member of Crosby, Stills & Nash, Mr John C Mayer. Fool.

On a scale of one to Crazy Eyes Margo, we award this a wig from the Phil Spector Collection.

On a scale of one to Michael Jackson, we award this a hit by a Smooth Criminal. Eddie, are you ok? (Your hair says 'No'.)

On a scale of one to masculine eye-wear, we award this one Dame Edna. She has testicles too, you know.

On a scale of one to El Guapo, we award this liberation for the people of Santo Poco. *Insert rousing rendition of My Little Buttercup here*

On a scale of one to Led Zeppelin, we award this one stairway to heaven, and a very Happy Birthday to my fellow blogger in Bad Hattitude, Mr. John Mayer.  Love, John Mayer.

Don't forget your '70s Serial Killer sunglasses and pedo-stache!

How can we dislike John Mayer? We ARE John Mayer. John Mayer. Fin.

Sometimes the internet emails and forces a hiatus upon us. We wouldnt want to break the thing with all this awesome, would we?

On a scale of one to 93.7% edible, we award this blogger one Happy Birthday.

On a scale of one to The Crying Game, we award this one spoiler alert. *THE CHICK IS REALLY A DUDE, Y'ALL!*

On a scale of one to winging it, we award this one whore's bath and a can of Rexona.