Hey Donnie:
You’ve become quite the actor. Ok, so no Oscar noms are coming your way, but you’ve been in movies that I’ve actually seen, and you’ve got a new one coming out with Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro! Not bad. Good job.
So anyway, remember when your little brother Mark started getting acting gigs? Remember what he did? Hmmm? I’ll remind you: He put “Marky Mark” in a coffin and buried him in the Graveyard of Things Never to Be Resurrected, right along with the Funky Bunch. He knew it would never, ever again be about that time to bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme.
So, dearest Donnie, I ask you:
WTF is this?!?!:
Ok, maybe Jordan, Jonathan and Danny need this gig. What have they been up to? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I haven’t even heard about little Joey having any Broadway gigs lately, so he may need something to do as well. But you, Donnie? You’re supposed to be an actor now. How are going to look Mr. DeNiro in the eye at the premiere of your next film, knowing you are again a New Kid? Are you really going to tour and sing: “Oh, oh, oh oh oh - the right stuff”? And do that little back-and-forth leg dance? You are a grown ass man!
Take this advice from the girl who once hung your picture all over her school locker. The past is the past. Leave it there.
Oh, and ditto what Bobbi said about the shiny suits. I mean really. Come on.
TRAVESTY!!!!!! ‘Nuf said!