[as compensation for my horrid lack of bloOoOoging, I'm writing 2 for today.]
Where to start. Our subject: Mr. Michael Noot. Mikey, as we affectionately call him.
Monday morning, we strolled into our [tiny] nourishing mother (a.k.a. Guido) and were promptly affronted by the shocking sight of peach fuzz upon the stately chin of Mr. Noot. Why is this sight shocking, you may ask? Mr. Noot has the face of taut pre-teen Swedish boy, that's why. His facial hair is a walking phenomenon.
What made the moment so much more poignant was that he was standing beside Mr. Tomlin. What makes this make the moment more poignant, you may ask? Mr. Tomlin has a face of a Viking war lord (he's an experienced goateer). Thus, the juxtaposition was as striking as those found in the artwork of Peter Coker: a baby's bottom next to Austin Power's chest.
He's trying. That's all that counts. Maybe someday he'll live up to the high standards set by Mr. Richard Tomlin, Viking War Lord Supreme.
-CH and TH
Special thanks goes to Jerry Seinfeld, Arthur Vandelee and Francis Schaeffer.
p.s. flacit falis Philistines - G. Alkema
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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3 comments:
FRANKY!
PS: Hilarious observation!
HAHAAAAh!
Francis Schaeffer... I thought it was brilliant till I read that part.
Then I thought it was something else... what's one up from brilliant?
francis schaeffer one ups everything.
therefore, one up from brilliant is francis schaeffer.
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