Sunday, September 19, 2004

Celebrity sighting

Having lived in L.A. (Los Angeles for my Spanish readers) for a year, I’ve found myself on the seeing side of numerous celebrity sightings. I’ve seen some big-time celebs in the past, but I think you will agree, esteemed reader, that my celebrity sighting of yesterday afternoon takes the proverbial taco.

I saw the World’s Most Famous Worm.

I was walking down Rodeo Drive, when the World’s Most Famous Worm steps out of Brooks Brothers and starts walking towards me. He was everything I imagined: about 6’ 2” tall, slim figure, and biceps to die for. The World’s Most Famous Worm didn’t look at all like your average worm. That’s the reason he’s so famous.

He had two smoking hot female worms dangling from each arm. And I’m no worm scientist, but I’m pretty sure they were twins.

Some guys get all the luck.

10 comments:

conrad said...

This post seems... familiar... somehow. It's probably just me.

conrad said...

Didn't you submit this... hm...

conrad said...

Did Jones give you the okay to post this?

v.DANGER said...

Conrad:

I urge you to cease the line of inquiry immediately. You do not know what you are getting yourself into.

Don't dance with the devil unless you are prepared to Tango.

SC said...

Here's another great post from JeffGordonSucks.

The best part was the noticeably Tony, Austin’s counselor, was never around Austin and would be by himself. Like in the pool he let Austin go by himself, he would do something else and be back for Austin like a half an hour later, and crap like that. So a couple people from hickory and our cabin decided to try to tape him to the flag pole. I heard the whole thing they did the birdie song on our side and on the other side they cornered tony and matt just went and tackled him. So tony was whining like a little baby and was like help me, help me, and they couldn’t get him out of the door, since he was squirming to much so they just dropped him. I heard they wrapped a shirt around his head and threw him to the ground. He was screaming ouch ouch like a little pussy and was like stop it I cant breath in here. He deserved it for not treating Austin right and was crying the whole time and he didn’t even change. All in all it was a blast like always. It was hilarious and I felt sad since the week went to fast but I always look forward to it.

Jack said...

Man! The Last UV was a little weird. Do you guys think Dougan got in trouble or something? Anyways, I'll see you guys in the comments section of Deep-Brow'd Homer Ruled As His Dineen.

Jack said...

SC - How did you like this passage, from the end of Vali's entry on February 6, 2004, following several remarks on the subject of his birthday the previous day?

"...Last but not least in German, Behmer hit me in the head with a peice of paper"

I thought it was excellent.

Jack said...

SC - Or what about this one:

"go to nascar.com store go under shop by driver and find sterling marlin and click on it then when you have that category click on diecasst cars not "shop by diecast" but just diecast in the red area on the left Go to the scary movie 3 car and the coors twins are on the car THEY ARENT NAKED OR GROSS LOOKING "some" may think its gross but if you would look at the picture of the car they arent at all IM NOT A PERVERT God my parents gave it to me since i had my picture taken wit them and wanted the care to go with it IMMMMMMMMMMMM NOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT PPPPPPPPPEEEEERRVEEEEEETTT"

SC said...

One final thing I want to note, before abandoning this subject: Jeff Gordon Sucks has muscular dystrophy. I suppose that makes his blog that much more commendable.

Jack said...

SC,

As I remarked in our private correspondence, part of what I admire so much about Jeff Gordon Sucks; Jr. Is The Man is that one could barely say that he "suffers" from muscular dystrophy; he pursues his life with a vigor that any of us, no matter how well trophied, should envy. He has his hardships, oh, yes, I think particularly of the loss of the baby birds he was trying to nurse back to health, the frustrations of the magazine form, and the mysterious events that occurred between 4:10 and 7:34 PM on Sunday, June 20. And of course, Jeff Gordon's various unfortunate victories. But does he roll over and quit? Hell no! Like Dale Earnhardt (sp?), Jr., himself, he always bounces back. And who else could savor with so much zest their first bite of salmon, the elegance of an unanticipated solution to a surprisingly challenging phase of Hitman: Contracts, the joy (from a quite unexpected quarter) of seeing 13 Going On 30? Few, that's who else! I'm not sure what my point is.