We consider ourselves to be fairly intelligent people. We've got the college wall hangings diplomas, the professional(ish) jobs. But sometimes, we do and enjoy things that would lead you to think we're not the brightest crayons in the box. These are our guilty pleasures, and we've come to accept the fact that, in spite of ourselves, we're going to enjoy them. Immensely. One of this Phillyist's biggest guilty pleasures is . How seriously can he really take himself? And for the record, we will admit that Poison's "music" is another guilty pleasure of ours. How can you not love songs like "Talk Dirty to Me" and "Unskinny Bop?"
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