Nsync Quotes

I don't know why you care. He doesn't even know you're there

But it’s there. Just because I haven’t told anyone doesn’t mean it isn’t there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can’t get out of your head.

Haley and I would talk for hours about which member of 'N Sync we'd want to marry. After long deliberation, the answer was always J. C. Chasez. Joey Fatone's last name was going to be “Fat One” no matter how great he was, and even though they didn't know at their age that Lance Bass was gay outright, they sensed he'd make a better good friend and confidante. As for Justin Timberlake, well, JT was the coolest and hottest, but too flashy, so we couldn't trust him to be faithful. J. C. Chasez was the smart compromise.

[...] outlining how certain fans of ’NSYNC like to imagine Justin Timber lake getting fisted by Lance Bass. Glenn Dixon surmised that much of the Contemporary Christian genre is driven by artists who literally want to fuck Jesus Christ.

Won't you be my girlfriend I'll treat you good I know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are

All I have to do is say the word and no record label will ever touch Bad Luck. You'll be out of business faster than the fat one from N'Sync.

Okay, let's start over." I reached across the table, my hand outstretched. "I'm Stella Allesandro and I zone all the way out on my morning walks. I blame *NSYNC." Cal laughed, but he didn't release my hand. "I'm Cal Hartshorn and I approach women by mowing them down to see if they like being underneath me." A shocked laugh burst from my lips and I felt heat rising to my cheeks but I couldn't focus on the obvious innuendo he offered when there was more curious business at hand. "Hold it right there," I said, leaning closer to peer at him. "You can hold it anywhere you want it," he murmured. "I'm sure." I held up a finger as my shoulders shook with silent laughter. "You keep them coming, Cal Hartshorn." "I keep them coming like you wouldn't believe, Stella Allesandro," he replied. "Like you would not believe." Laughing, I said, "Stop being obscene for a minute." He had the balls to pull an appalled face. As if I was the one with all the bawdy comments here. "Obscene? I'm not obscene at all." "You hide behind all your shy-boy awkwards but you're filthy.

She sings in the shower, and let me tell you, I’m not one to spout poetry, but the sound of her voice sliding through the door had me writing sonnets in my head. People pay hundreds of dollars to hear her perform and I got a free front-row seat of listening to her sing “Tearin’ Up My Heart” by NSYNC. Seems unfair.

What about you? Who was your idol?” “I had five.” I grin at him. “They were called *NSYNC.

He grabbed the saw that was hanging on the top shelf and put his foot on the chain, pulling it tight. Ryder closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing as she started singing in the tune of N’Sync’s Tearing Up My Heart. “You’re not tearing up the chain, you know it’s true, We’re stuck together for-ever, me and you And no matter what you do, I’ll be right her-rr-e To a-no-hoy you.” Ryder had a crazed look on his face as he gritted his teeth and tried to saw the unsawable chain.