It all seems so unbelievable, but there you see an actual picture of my issue. I guess they really loved the annual "Best Nude Scenes" recap and my review of "Black Spring Break."I finally got something up on my dad. He never made Man of the Year, not even the year he slugged almost 4.000, his perfect season marred by that damned ground-rule double. That was 1939, and Hitler edged him out.
I don't know how the Time photographer got that picture of me reading Time while sitting in front of the computer. If I knew he was going to take that angle, I would have taken down the naked Costanza picture on my wall and replaced it with something more manly. Maybe a naked Lou Dobbs.
Now if I can just get People to select me as their sexiest man of the year, I'll be drowing in poon!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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