Life essentials.
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Never, ever, ever okay. Thanks for the nightmares, Tyra.
From: The Dude
To: Me
Date: Fri Nov 6, 2009 at 1:35 AM
Funny moment of day: was doing a training session with 12 clients and was showing them Google Reader. I used mine for a demo and we were discussing shared items. I clicked through and the first thing that popped up was a picture of nude David Hasselhoff wearing two pugs…that’s my girlfriend!
I love how he comes off as kind of annoyed that Jesus is all up in his truck.
Man blames parking lot peep show on “explosive diarrhea” -
According to Sheriff’s reports, deputies arrived at the store’s parking lot after a woman and her daughter reported seeing a naked man, later identified as David Todd Napodano, 42, stand-up inside a white van and shake his hips at them….
When deputies spoke with Napodano, he told them he had “explosive diarrhea” and he was using his underwear to clean himself, according to the report. But upon examining Napodano’s underwear, deputies found no evidence of uncontrolled bowels, according to the report.
I can’t decide which scenario is more shameful.
So, the photo I posted of myself yesterday was reblogged by a Tumblr called BeautifulNose. Which is a blog solely devoted to photos of ladies with large schnozzes. I find this terribly amusing, but also sort of validating, because I have a love-hate relationship with my nose. Actually, more like a mostly-hate-but-don’t-really-care-all-that-much-because-I’m-too-lazy-to-be-very-vain relationship.
When I was a whiny, insecure teenager, my mom said she was willing to pay for a nose job if it really bugged me that much. But it didn’t bother me anywhere near as much as the thought of someone slicing open my face. I saw a photo of nose surgery in session in a magazine once and literally felt nauseous for days.
The only thing I do like about my nose is that it’s a symbol of my Italian heritage (although pretty much everyone I’ve ever met assumes that I’m Jewish — also, I’m sure, for nasal reasons). My dad has a schnozz, my grandmother had one, and my great-grandmother had one. It’s a family tradition!
So thanks, BeautifulNose. I’m glad there’s someone out there to carry the torch for the worthy cause of schnozz appreciation.
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Pro tip: Never shave a bear.
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GPOYW, Boat on the Danube edition.
This “luggage living room” should be the illustration next to “genius” in the dictionary.