break-up, death, dancin’ (links)
6 July 2007
The "chicks dig writers" movement took a serious blow this week, when Salman Rushdie and his smokin’ hot wife Padma Lakshmi split up. So sad.
I can’t say I’m surprised here – I mean, this just ain’t right – but I’m bummed. Anytime an ugly guy loses a hot girl, ugly dudes the world over feel his loss. Closer to home, I’m bummed because Salman (we’re on a first name basis) is a writer – not an actor or athlete or rock star – who scored a very attractive wife. Of course, I’m not even technically a writer anymore, but I certainly aspire to be. I also aspire to sleep with women who are way out of my league. Salman and I, we are brothers-in-arms, and when he hurts, I hurt.
The good news for Salman is that he’s probably going to bounce back pretty well (I think this was his fourth marriage). But in the meantime, Salman, keep your head up. Pretty of fish, my friend.
(And Padma, if you’re tired of talented writers and are looking for guys with blogs who write about poop, you know how to find me.)
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I gotta say, if this is what they write about you when you’ve died, you’ve had a good run. A really, really good run.
I’m actually pretty close to this description, except I don’t know what the word "louche" means and don’t feel like looking it up. Also, my homosexual orgies are not so much "extravagant" as they are "intimate." One could argue for the pluses of each, but I’m a more low-key, Roberta Flack "Set the Night to Music" kinda guy when it comes to having sex with twelve dudes at once. That’s just how I roll.
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Finally, please take a moment to vote for my buddy Matt’s girlfriend Lauren, as she vies to become a Celtics dancer for the next basketball season. It will only take a second and I would be very grateful to you. Thank you in advance.
[Again, just click here to vote. Her name is Lauren. Also, I get free beers if she wins. So please help her and me. Thank you again.]
[Have a good weekend.]
I can’t say I’m surprised here – I mean, this just ain’t right – but I’m bummed. Anytime an ugly guy loses a hot girl, ugly dudes the world over feel his loss. Closer to home, I’m bummed because Salman (we’re on a first name basis) is a writer – not an actor or athlete or rock star – who scored a very attractive wife. Of course, I’m not even technically a writer anymore, but I certainly aspire to be. I also aspire to sleep with women who are way out of my league. Salman and I, we are brothers-in-arms, and when he hurts, I hurt.
The good news for Salman is that he’s probably going to bounce back pretty well (I think this was his fourth marriage). But in the meantime, Salman, keep your head up. Pretty of fish, my friend.
(And Padma, if you’re tired of talented writers and are looking for guys with blogs who write about poop, you know how to find me.)
************
I gotta say, if this is what they write about you when you’ve died, you’ve had a good run. A really, really good run.
I’m actually pretty close to this description, except I don’t know what the word "louche" means and don’t feel like looking it up. Also, my homosexual orgies are not so much "extravagant" as they are "intimate." One could argue for the pluses of each, but I’m a more low-key, Roberta Flack "Set the Night to Music" kinda guy when it comes to having sex with twelve dudes at once. That’s just how I roll.
*************
Finally, please take a moment to vote for my buddy Matt’s girlfriend Lauren, as she vies to become a Celtics dancer for the next basketball season. It will only take a second and I would be very grateful to you. Thank you in advance.
[Again, just click here to vote. Her name is Lauren. Also, I get free beers if she wins. So please help her and me. Thank you again.]
[Have a good weekend.]
