That Mischa Barton is one lucky girl. She's got a hit TV show, she's young and rich and gets invited to all the hot parties, and she has a boyfriend who can take a break from selling real estate from the back of a flat-bed truck to sing her a little song. If only we were all so lucky.
If Cisco Adler didn't have a penchant for luring gullible Hollywood starlets into his (surely sparkling clean) bed, we would not be aware of his existence. That's because his band, Whitestarr, sucks like Clay Aiken on a naval base. Or so we're assuming. We've never actually heard them. But with a thoroughly douchy name that brings to mind a collaboration between Whitesnake and Ringo Starr, our assumptions are bound to be true. And their latest gig isn't doing anything to give them credibility. According to Page Six:
"Cisco Adler and his bandmates cruised L.A. the other day, playing tunes to promote condo sales at the Hard Rock in San Diego. When Adler's gal pal Mischa Barton pulled up behind them in her car, he serenaded her as his bandmates puffed on 'funny-smelling' cigarettes."
Mischa must have felt really special. To have her guy interrupt his crooning on the benefits of stainless-steel appliances, marble countertops, and whirlpool tubs to sing a few bars in her honor is every girl's dream. We just hope that Cisco's spontaneous declaration of heartfelt love didn't cause him to forfeit his turn at toke, toke, give.
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