Jun 18, 2007 15:49
I'm headed out to get my first pedicure with Allie tonight! Bit nervous, I've seen that razor blade thingie they use, and the cheese grater dohickey. I'm also a bit worried that they'll take one look at my feet and say no...or at least charge by the hour. I have callouses the size of a small schoolbus.
Anyway, I was up late last night flipping channels and came across Blues Clues. I hadn't really ever seen the new guy, so I watched for longer than I care to admit. If you dont know the basic premise of the show, an animated blue dog vandalizes three different objects in this poor bastard's house with a paint soaked paw-print. Meanwhile, the guy with the visual accuity of a retarded earthworm sings songs and walks around to find "Blue's clues" while he carries on half a dialog with the children at home who are yelling at the top of their lungs that the god-damned print is right the fuck in front of him. This particular evening, the first clue was on the lips of a mr. potato head. Then, deadpan, in a tone of voice you would use on a puppy that just took his first shit outside, the host says "A Mouth! What could Blue want us to do with our mouths?" Needless to say I lost my shit. I dont often laugh outloud by myself, but I actually teared up a little over that one.