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Summers on the beach are a wonderful thing. It looks likes this guy was running from a mob of women in bikini’s. That lucky guy. I guess it pays to be sexy. Nothing like the old David Hasselhoff run to attract the ladies, it seems to work.

I couldn’t find yesterdays performance, this will have to take its place for now. Enjoy… right before you kill yourself.

If he really going by “The Hoff” now? Those girls could be his daughters. Haha. Crank this one up, another Hasselhoff classic. I like when he winks at 1:42. I think some of the lip-sink are off at parts of the video. To think this is a real video distributed by Sony BMG. This looks like a shameless self-promotion video to me, come on now Dave.

After watching this video a few times, it really creeps me out. The Hoff is way too old to be hitting on these girls. It just isn’t right. The devil part is pretty good too.

On 17, July 1952 in Baltimore, Maryland, USA was born David Hasselhoff. Happy 54th birthday David Michael Hasselhoff.

This is the recipe for fun, fun, fun.

This is for all the David Hasselhoff fans, wearing your black pleather and sporting perms. You wash your black Pontiac Firebirds and talk to them softly. You groom your chest hair and smile pretty for the mirror. What nice teeth you have. “Damn I look sexy” you think to yourselves. Thats OK, because David looks good too. Isn’t life grand, isn’t life Hasselhoff.

I think I watch about 20 minutes of TV a month, so when I turn it on what do I see? Hasselhoff judging on some American Idol spin-off. Oh, how TV has changed. I remember even 15 years ago there was quality sitcoms on, none of this unscripted crap. Think back to Balki Bartokomous and Perfect Strangers, now that was quality TV. And who remembers Larry Appleton, I wonder what ever happened to him.

Today is without a doubt the best day of my life. not because We Be Jowlin’ won last night, not because I woke up hung over and felt like shit, and not even because I won the lottery. Today is the best day of my life because I was lucky enough to hear the famed vocals of the great David Hasselhoff on the musak at work, singing a Christmas song nonetheless. I mean, he is no Michael McDonald, but he must be somewhere in the top 10,000 male singers of all time. This guy has it all; a talking car, a luscious carpet on his chest, and a German following greater than Hitler.

Now, if it was socially acceptable to hunt humans, I would go for Hasselhoff. Not because I hate the man or his music, I have nothing against him. I would just skin him and use his chest hair for a rug, you know, like those bear rugs you see with the head on them. Just picture that, a David Hasselhoff rug as you enter my trophy/stuffed animal room. There would be full size elephants, tigers, wild beasts, and goats. We could sit down, light up a fancy cigar using a $100, sip on some top shelf scotch, and admire the warmth and beauty that David’s chest hair brings to all. Too bad not everyone feels this way.