I'm sorry folks, but I just could not concentrate long enough to come up with a SSF.You see Tom (ah dreamy) Brady has ruined it for all of us. He married her. In a Catholic Church. In Santa Monica
Giselle is now Mrs. Brady.......
For those who care, she wore Dolce and Gabbana. Oh, and her 3 dogs were there too.
I guess if you were going to marry Giselle you'd let anyone or anything walk down the aisle too.......
Sigh.
Maybe he married her for her money? I mean in case the football thing doesn't work out for him? That must be it, because I just don't see what's so great about her....... To me she's just evil.
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And yet no mention of the kick-ass basketball game last night?
C'mon, how often do they beat Purdue? Now there's even a reasonable chance they make the big tourney for the first time in 10 years.... We should be ecstatic!!
All congratulations to Tom Brady and his wife. As a steelers fan, I have the strength to endure an Adriana Lima effect, heck I'm even up for a Yoko Ono effect.
Sorry, T-9. Typical Michigan Man: lowered standards. He just never met you. He could of had it all.
...and for an example of romantic irony, I'm listening to Beethoven's Midnight Sonata as I type.
T9,
yeah, she's kinda pretty, but i'll bet she doesn't know a damn thing about X's & O's (pun intended).
Make that "Moonlight Sonata."
Sheesh. Dork.
thanks whetstone but I just have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not olympic caliber.
best on the block? probably.
but not in the realm of Gisele. alas.
it's like that quote that Andy put up with Brooke what's her face's picture. perfection is out of reach....
T9,
This has to be my most disappointingly 'gay' post yet, but it's my take on real perfection. Call me old fashioned or something corny, but Brooke Burke and Gisele are not the face of perfection. They are the empty shells of perfection (to everyone but their respective spouses). I couldn't give two hoots for either of them for anything other than a Bikini Sunday appearance. Real perfection is that secret smile that is reserved just for you, the one where you just know that was meant for me, and never will another make me feel like that again. Perfection is not happily ever after in a Cinderella fashion, its all those feelings that you have that make you understand and relate to Shakespeare on a deep level even if you don't understand half of what is being said. You just get it. "Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture."
I could be walking down the street any ole day and get approached by Gisele or Brooke or Bar and I would have to politely turn down each one of them. Call me things and snicker behind my back if you will, but I know myself, and I know where those girls stand, and I'm not envious one bit about what I could've had with them no matter what they thought they felt because I know... us, that's not perfection. It's something, but its not what I'm looking for... its just something to pass the time. Something that I'll quickly tire of... and I quote with a dismissive waive of my hand, "Run along little girl, you're beginning to bore me" (Bob Hope as 'Monsieur Beaucaire' in said film).
Besides, its like Drew Carey said in an interview in Maxim and I'm paraphrasing horribly here, "Its not the models that you want, its the ones who are so hot but not quite models, they're the best. That's where its at." Naturally Drew was talking about the best lays, and he is right.
btw, does anyone else feel like those wedding pics look too put together and not really, this is what I desperately wanted for the rest of my life-ish. It's like they're not real people, but plastic drones that the media tells us should be the benchmark we strive for in life. I'd love to be able to throw a football like Brady, but the rest is just kind of... meh.
Hey, Shorty,
Do you write for Hallmark?
Whets,
I think we both sounded suspicious on this post. Like there was someone else posting in our names.
I honestly cannot possibly believe that you or any other buckeye has ever listened to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I have this vision of you listening to Van Halen, wearing an AC DC tee, jean shorts and late nineties high top Nikes, typing your post while spilling your chip crumbs all over your keyboard. Of course you also have a Mr. Pib on hand, though not in a glass or a can; the whole two litre bottle from which you freely indulge. A Jimmy Tressel poster graces the wall above your desktop and Lloyd Carr's portrait is a few feet away with a few of the teeth colored in black, a mustache and horns are drawn on his head, and a few darts are stuck in the general proximity of his face. RichRod is next.
T9,
I think that Giselle is a "buttaface." @ the same time I would not kick her out of bed for eating crackers.
I had a crush on my 5th grade teacher, Miss Gates. She was teaching at a different elementary school when I was in 6th grade. Miss Gates stopped by one day to visit the "class she loved" and gave me a hug. My 11 year old boy heart MELTED when I got that hug, as only an 11 yr old boy's heart could.
I wonder where that MILFy mid 20's teacher is now. Cuz she would be very much a "cougar" in the 21st Century. Rumor has it, she is divorced. I am single. No kids. Never been married. Have all my teeth. Do not live in my parent's basement. Own my home. College educated. Passionate about my new career and Michigan Football.
I am a "walmart wolverine" and I approve this message.
In Bob Ufer We Trust.
I'm just saying...
ps. I love you too T9.
:-)
wv=dreams
Shorty,
Not. Even. Close.
However, I enjoyed your imaginative flight of fancy.
Stick with Beethoven, my friend.
Whets,
Me thinks I'll stick with my image of you. Sometimes its more fun to continue to live in the imaginary than to wake up and be forced to face reality. I do admit that I do enjoy Beethoven, I just prefer to think of classical music as above and beyond the mindless barbarian buckeye nationals. I like to think of you guys as something similar to the cavemen in those Geico commercials. Life is more entertaining that way. I quote Connie Neilsen, "This is a pleasant fiction." BAH gets 5 spawn points if he can name that movie quote.
Sigh...
Shorty, if you must live in a fantasy world, I'll not burst your bubble.
I'll just sip my brandy and mutter repeatedly, "poor delusional wolverine" to the mellifluous
strains of "Ode to Joy."
Hmmm Whets and shorty are gonna break out the brie next.
Happy for Tom but I like my women a bit more individual.
ah shorty. wondering about whetty's physical appearance? gay.
your melifulous musings on real women? money.
you had me at "secret smile"
T-9,
You say that only to curb your obvious desire. Such agony of the soul.
I might add, that's one thing I've never been called.
PS - that secret smile; it's just gas.
T9,
Stop, you had me when you typed hello; and besides, I'm just a girl, blogging to a boy, asking him to love her.
BTW,
I'm listening to Boston right now... they kick fuckin' ass!!! I guess Whets and I are a little confused.
Sorry, Shorty,
Nuthin' good comes out of Boston or Massachusetts for that matter.
John Williams, Mozart, Puccini, Johnny Cash, the Hag, now that's music.
Your irony overwhelms me.
"Your irony overwhelms me."
Take a number; get in line. :o)
"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,..."
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