Sunday, December 17, 2006

Today we salute a true other crappy legend: me.

Time Magazine chooses me as "Person of the Year"

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!

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