I was waiting all night for Adam Lambert’s performance on the American Music Awards this evening. I couldn’t wait, and the announcer kept saying things that made me want to see it even more. I had to find ways to keep entertaining myself through most of the AMAs, btu finally, the moment came. IT WAS GLAMBERT TIME.
I shooed my mom out of the room, turned up the tv, and turned off the lights so I could get a moer movie-like effect on my awesome LCD flat screen tv. The performance began.
Right off the bat, I could tell this was about to be one of the sexiest and most provocative performances of all time. I mean, come on. It’s fucking Adam Lambert. Has he ever been one to disappoint?
As the performance went on, all I could do was watch in amazement as his dancers groped him, and he groped them back, S&M clad people spinning around him wildly, fake blow jobs onstage. My jaw hit the floor. I was in shock. The moment the performance ended, I ran to my bathroom. Yeah, I think you can figure out what happened there. If you can’t, you’re a fucking dumbass and you should go back to 9th grade where they teach you all about sex.
Adam Lambert, you are a fucking God not only of music, but of sex as well. I’ve never felt more sexually satisfied. Thank you, dear Glambert. I shall look forward to your future performances.
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