You’re no longer crazy – you’re eccentric!: Youngsters can get away with wearing anything. When I was 20, I had a foot-high Mohawk and used a tartan scarf wrapped around my butt as a skirt.
When I was a junior in college, I was dating a guy who I thought was the Greatest Thing Ever (he wasn’t). I was devastated that GTE and I were going to our respective home states for the holidays and wouldn’t be spending them with each other. Just before our break started, I decided we should have some holiday-themed, um, fun. I made him close his eyes while I furiously wrapped my (nekkid) body in two strings of Christmas lights. I turned them on before he opened his eyes. Just as he was starting to take in the full effect, we heard my roommate’s key in the door (we were in the living room). He dashed into my bedroom with me in close pursuit, my scurrying hampered both by having forgotten to unplug myself from the wall and the need to scramble with a rather wide stance to keep the lights around my legs from poking the opposite thigh. It was only in the moment before I landed that my flying leap onto my bed seemed like a bad idea. Yep. The impact shattered a dozen or so of the Christmas lights I was wearing. So instead of dreamy, Christmas-themed farewell-for-now fun, I had the unending joy of helping my boyfriend pick lightbulb shards out of my butt. Good times.
He compares working with contestants on the variety show to making household names out of the many eccentric everyday characters who have appeared on his radio show through the years.
3 responses to “Frisky Friday 4”
Myrna Russo
21.05.2013 в 02:48
You’re no longer crazy – you’re eccentric!: Youngsters can get away with wearing anything. When I was 20, I had a foot-high Mohawk and used a tartan scarf wrapped around my butt as a skirt.
Maribel Cabrera
25.04.2013 в 19:10
When I was a junior in college, I was dating a guy who I thought was the Greatest Thing Ever (he wasn’t). I was devastated that GTE and I were going to our respective home states for the holidays and wouldn’t be spending them with each other. Just before our break started, I decided we should have some holiday-themed, um, fun. I made him close his eyes while I furiously wrapped my (nekkid) body in two strings of Christmas lights. I turned them on before he opened his eyes. Just as he was starting to take in the full effect, we heard my roommate’s key in the door (we were in the living room). He dashed into my bedroom with me in close pursuit, my scurrying hampered both by having forgotten to unplug myself from the wall and the need to scramble with a rather wide stance to keep the lights around my legs from poking the opposite thigh. It was only in the moment before I landed that my flying leap onto my bed seemed like a bad idea. Yep. The impact shattered a dozen or so of the Christmas lights I was wearing. So instead of dreamy, Christmas-themed farewell-for-now fun, I had the unending joy of helping my boyfriend pick lightbulb shards out of my butt. Good times.
Desmond Holt
25.04.2013 в 10:11
He compares working with contestants on the variety show to making household names out of the many eccentric everyday characters who have appeared on his radio show through the years.