I'm that guy who can't manage to dress himself anymore...
Here I am at Wife'sCousin #9's wedding wearing one blue and one black sock.
And I'm that guy with the perverted kid...
Here's the grainy surveillance picture of The Boy grabbing his second cousin twice removed's butt during their dance. He certainly likes to get close during the dances with the ladies, which depending upon their station in life (mothers naturally respond to a child at their bosom, twenty-somethings think he's about to do "The Motorboat").
I'm that guy who yells at poor little thirteen year old umpires.
While I did not go to the lengths of the drunken fat guy below (the first 30 seconds, I didn't watch the rest of the clip, don't feel compelled to either), I apparently did give the poor eighth grader umpiring my son's little league game a little bit of a hard time last weekend. In my defense, I thought I was just helping him decipher the play that had just happened in the field. While I can see why calling him a "buck toothed blind little rodent" might have gone over the top, I feel we were just having a sincere exchange of opinions. At least I don't have to go to boring little league games (at least until the restraining order expires)....
And finally, I'm that guy who watches 1980's karaoke on YouTube. Here's Debbie Gibson's lost in your eyes. It was put up by some Filipino guy who's got like 600 of these things up. Majorly lovely time-waster....
Well, that's it for now. I'm off to wallow in my that guyedness now. Ciao!
8 comments:
you'll have to get wifey-pooh to lay out your clothes for you in the morning.
as for the ass grabbing kid: hehe
he's startin out young. i bet you or i couldnt get away with it,though.
During a meeting at work once, when I was trying to show I was in command of a situation, I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk. The guy that I was trying to push around then pointed out that I had on one black and one brown loafer. All I could say was that it's dark in my closet. Beat Ya!
By the way, if your wedding was this Saturday, ignore my cheap shot in today's post. It still doesn't excuse your absence on Sunday.
Why is this suddenly a symptom of being OLD? HHMMMM?? Why can't it just be stupid? Why all of a sudden does it have to do with age? WHY DOES EVERYTHING go back to how OLD someone is?? EH? Well?? Hmm???
Well....just tell me you haven't started wearing colored socks with tennis shoes and shorts.
I think you're still safe and close enough to come back to the "THIS guy" stage!
ok, so our umps arnt 13, more like 113..but I am very guilty of yelling at them. I almost got kicked out of the last game...some made up BS about a "must slide rule if there's a play at the plate" crap. In actuality it was a "I'm so blind I can't see when a size six foot touches a base" play...grrrrrrrrrrr
Okay Kal - you've been THAT GUY for entirely too long, now.
Blog Damnit!
hey- at least you weren't wearing your mismatched socks with sandals.
i figure you have at least another ten years before you become that guy.
Oh, this post was brilliant. I laughed and laughed.
I hope you are doing well, Kal!
(I think we've ALL fallen of the face of the planet, huh?) :)
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