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walk the walk, stalk the stalk...
Get a load of this, everyone...
the other day, whilst i was minding mine own business and traipsing
about the concrete jungle that is inner city Charlottetown (some call
it the ghetto; still others, the 'hood. fewer name it the barrio, but
i digress), i spied our subject of stalkicity.
aye, it be Chris Murphy. stalkers, take note.
oh, the rest of sloan was there too, but, heck, who cares, right?
he was bedazzling from head to toe in sequined gold lah-may (hooked on
phonics worked for me... "lame" it is) with the skin tight trouser
portion of the ensemble tucked into his thigh-high snake skin
platform boots. ah, a marvelous sight. but we haven't yet reached
the hair, the hair... fingers to be run through it... o! to tousle!
but forsooth, throngs of ladeez were already to him. his silken
locks had been expertly molded into a fanciful pompadour, not unlike
the king of slicked down hip-happenin'-hop, vanilla ice. he was a
sight to behold, and me without my infrared vision goggles and
i swear, my colleagues, it was indeed a vision. a holy ring of light
was around his head, and the carefully arranged mat of chest hair
only enhanced his gold medallion. I believe it was a pendant with
the Mortal Kombat logo, but i could be mistaken. those eyes, *sigh*,
were gently masked behind rose tinted lenses in the now famous
(in the words of salt n' pepa,) whatta mighty good man.
yes he is.
among the frisky crowd, i couldn't quite decipher which of the
females was the lucky lass, but he was passing out his business
card... and diamond rings... and apartment keys, so it's obvious he's
playin' the field.
my breath was baited, but i had to leave the spectacle before i, too,
was sucked into the hordes of fainting females. i walked away from
the red carpet, the pomp and circumstance and felt renewed.
feel it, brothuhs and sistahs.
next week's stalk: jay - beyond the cute exterior lurks a biker gang
waiting to be released.
moral: let's move on, kids.
tongue planted firmly in cheek,
ps... i'm not mean... i just couldn't resist. maybe it stems from my
bitterness about missing hOm. :)