It’s what’s for breakfast.
Every morning I shamelessly devour three consecutive episodes of Walker: Texas Ranger while I sit topless in front of my full length mirror and slap on the makeup. I do this with the blinds wide open too. You know, in case the guys in the office building directly in front of me want to catch Chuck in action.
Thanks to the effervescent Deviant.
Posted by max on September 23, 2007 at 6:37 pm
Stil the dilemma of your naked breasts vs. Chuck Norris will explode those guys’ circuitry like cheap robots outsmarted by Captain Kirk. I guess it is Darwinism in action but it still seems cruel and inhumane.
Posted by Stiletto on September 23, 2007 at 7:33 pm
I think – after years of sitting in a tiny little cubicle – those guys’ circuitry is long gone.
Posted by Stiletto on September 23, 2007 at 7:34 pm
PS Scientists work in that building. They’re probably not even at half salute to nipp-age.
Posted by pmousse on September 24, 2007 at 12:16 am
3 episodes while you put on makeup? Goodness… you must have the most perfect makeup ever!
Posted by The Bagel of Everything on September 24, 2007 at 7:03 am
From now on. I will only refer to Deviant as “The Effervescent Deviant”.
At least until he slaps me.
(I’ve been after him to slap me for months)
Posted by whatpushesmybuttons on September 25, 2007 at 1:53 pm
http://bp3.blogger.com/_2RrhdyJFL5g/Rvh5sc70XbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/lJ2TJu5s7gk/S259/chuck+norris.jpg
Yeah…i rock my Chuck Norris shirt…maybe we should
get together sometime…you know sorta how Peter
Gibbons got together with Jennifer Aniston’s character
in Office Space.
Do you like Kung Fu?
I love Kung Fu!
Channel 9?
8pm.
Posted by raincoaster on September 26, 2007 at 9:38 am
But have you seen Will It Blend: Chuck Norris. The answer is, of course, that Chuck Norris will not blend.
Posted by Stiletto on October 5, 2007 at 2:33 am
Well, I definitely exaggerate, Mousse. Between mascara and eyeliner I’m sipping on about three cups of home brewed Starbucks.
However, you reminded me of the days when my mother used to yell through the bathroom door: “What the hell are you doing in there? Why it take you so long to put on makeup?” Little did she realize that – for one – my bowels weren’t in top form and – second – it was simply a matter of hiding from the beast.
“The Effervescent [insert name]” – we all got the bubbly in us, baby. Make it happen.
PS I dig me some kung fu.