When Eddie and I first met, it was over making fun of a guy (surprise). He walked between us and he was all cute with a wife-beater on, a leather jacket over it and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. Ed and his friend swiveled their heads like they were attached to a lazy Susan.
Well, I went over and we all joked about things, then the guy walked back. He had shed (and apparently had checked) his leather jacket and now he was just a skinny-ish, pale dull guy in a tank top with a shirt tied around him that looked silly. Ed said (and this is when I knew it was fate) "Oh honey. Leave the jacket on. (turned to us) That's just sad isn't it."
You may wonder why that comes up. Well, they changed the ads for Tarzan from abstractly hot. To actually girly. Leave some things to the imagination.
Well, I went over and we all joked about things, then the guy walked back. He had shed (and apparently had checked) his leather jacket and now he was just a skinny-ish, pale dull guy in a tank top with a shirt tied around him that looked silly. Ed said (and this is when I knew it was fate) "Oh honey. Leave the jacket on. (turned to us) That's just sad isn't it."
You may wonder why that comes up. Well, they changed the ads for Tarzan from abstractly hot. To actually girly. Leave some things to the imagination.
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(says to brain: I bet the lead is hot.)
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(says to brain: fake dreds? really? and why the pointed toe? and what is with the other arm.. you're not dragging a fur coat honey - you are swinging through the forest.. be prepared)
(says to brain: fake dreds? really? and why the pointed toe? and what is with the other arm.. you're not dragging a fur coat honey - you are swinging through the forest.. be prepared)