
I love everything about this photo except the fact that it's blurry, and not larger. They look like they're singing a tender love ballad about two people who sincerely and profoundly desire to love each other to DEATH. Like War of the Roses but in song form. She's even WEARING the Murder Pancake that she was going to serve for breakfast.

This photo is the only one I love even more. She is totally thinking how he is going to taste drizzled on her Murder Pancake, once she plops him in her Vitamix and turns him to syrup.

Christina's smiling pelvic chain approves of Blake's creative use of denim. By which I mean, his totally uncreative and isn't-that-what-he-always-wears? use of denim.

Meanwhile, Cee Lo looks like Elton John crossed with Elmo, and then dispatched to the Yo Gabba Gabba set. He's like a modern day Nell Carter. I love that Maroon 5 over there is all, "Whatever, I'm just going to flex."

He didn't keep the sequined Snuggie on all night, though. I'm both proud of him for resisting, and ashamed that he didn't stand by his sequins. At least his jacket is keeping the spirit alive. Maybe it was REVERSIBLE. Oh, please can that be true. PLEASE can Cee Lo come out with a line of reversible sequin-and-leather Slankets. He can give one to Howard Stern. I still won't watch, but I'll be happy.
