Wed, bed or dead?

El tema es así, de estos tres macizos..¿cual encaja en cada categoría? Cual es para casarte, cual para llevarte a la cama...y cual para..dead? Prefiero no pensarlo. XD

Podéis leerlo aquí: topblokes, merece la pena! es bastante divertido!

Gary - The fat one

Here at bint we wouldn’t normally advocate marrying for money above marrying for love. But sometimes the choice of Top Blokes available forces to take a decision based not on sparkling personality, but on size of bank account. So take Take That. You really wouldn’t want to marry any of them. In addition to the three former boyband stars mentioned here, there are only two members left, one of questionable hairstyle and the other of questionable sexuality. So it is to Gary Barlow we turn. Once long ago, he was even the most fanciable among the five lads, although he is now merely a lard-arsed ageing blond. But he wrote all the music, which means he gets all the royalties. And we reckon with four of them, minus Robbie, setting off on tour again, he’ll be even more minted than ever. So Gary, should things ever go wrong with the wife, you know where we are.

Mark Owen - The short one. Oh we tried to make this Robbie, we really did. But in the end it had to be Marky, for reasons as much to do with Robbie as with the man himself. So why the short-arsed one, who says he was at the bottom of the Take That pecking order? We know he’s a bit of a weird looking guy, and he’s also a bit sad and clearly the most desperate to regain his former Europe-wide fame, but we reckon he’s all right really. Pint-sized can be okay for one night only, and as we know from experience, height and, erm, size have never been known to match up. In fact, sometimes, quite the opposite. So here’s hoping that ‘ickle Markie isn’t quite so ‘ickle down below. We’re willing to take the risk…

Robbie Williams - The talented one. Oh Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. So much talent, of a sort, and so much bullshit, too. Into women? Not into women? Do we care? Well, no, not really. To be frank, this bint was always too old to be interested in the Take That boys, but if we had been, frankly the Robster would have been bottom of our list. As we recall, he was the hyper-active prat in dungarees. Then he went through the fat wannabe indie-boy stage where he worshipped Liam Gallagher. Then came Angels and worldwide success, and (if you believe everything you read in the papers) a succession of busty babes in the bedroom. But was he happy? No, not a bit of it. Just miserable with all that money and fame. So we say, stop whining. If you want to get married and settle down, do. If you don't, don't. Frankly, we don’t care either way…