I want to meet guys like this so I can axe them if they have hot friends or a hot dad. Swear to God it works every time.
Who: Foals, self-described "snotty art school drop outs hungry for the dollar". Baby, I got a box of dollars under my bed, I promise.
What: Pop music that doesn't make me want to stab myself in the eardrums.
Where: Oxford, UK
When: They're going to be in SD for Street Scene on the 19th. I would buy myself a ticket if I didn't suspect that being outdoors all day would kill me. I'd probably die of melanoma that night.
Why: Why are they hotties of the week? Seriously? You need to axe me that?