Can I just rope an actual baby sheep around my waist instead?
Is Gwen Stefani answering a dare of some kind? I pretended to be on board with that "
bananas" bullshit just to avoid looking crotchety, but
this? When your ear drums spontaneously seize up and try to slink down into your neck it's not "crotchety", it's bare bones self-preservation. If she continues along this current path of music magic I won't be surprised to see her on Letterman next month with a new guy in her band on backup chalkboard. I
hope it's a dare, frankly, because it's either that or she's plotting to bend us all in half from the ears down and then take over the world. And that's going to be tough on my wallet-- I'm guessing with Stefani in charge all this
LAMB shit's going to be mandatory dress code.
