Mar 23, 2006 16:45
Holy hotcakes, Batman!! It's my second entry today!!
Really, I know no one will read this, but that only encourages me more.
Anyway...
I happened to be looking online for a trumpet fingering chart, because I'm teaching myself trumpet- quite unsuccessfully I might add, and somehow that expedition turned into trying to locate a specific U2 shirt. Don't ask how, I have not a clue.
Somehow I wound up on a U2 Blog... Oh, they do exist. And in massive quantities at that. Someone was looking for a different U2 shirt and yadda yadda... But before I clicked off of it, I noticed a subject at the bottom: Chuck Norris vs. The Edge- who would win?
So, being the fan that I am of both I decided it was worth a minute of my otherwise worthless time.
So people gave their opinions in what would happen in a fight between Chuck Norris and The Edge (The guitarist of U2). But, honestly, it wasn't until near the end of them that someone gave the perfect answer. So simple, yet so understated.
"Larry Mullen Jr. (drummer of U2) will kill them all with his death stare. You should know this already."
I must admit it made me chuckle... No, no, Zara, not chunkle; chuckle. But on that note as well, Zara, I thought you'd appreciate the above response just as much as I did.
Some runner-up answers....
"I think Chuck would kick Edge's ass, but then Bono would have to kick Chuck's ass, so Chuck would think twice about kicking Edge's ass, and then Edge would be able to take Chuck by surprise while he's thinking about Bono kicking his ass.
So Edge wins."
"Just as Walker would move in for a fatal roundhouse kick, The Edge would play sounds from his guitar so beautiful and moving that it would actually drive Walker, Texas Ranger to tears for the first time, thus causing his cold, steel heart to rust" (According to the Chuck Norris random fact generator, this would also cure cancer.)
"In a fight between Chuck Norris and The Edge, Mr. T wins by default."
Anyway, I'm done for now. In case any of you care to know, I entered my mid-life crisis today at the ripe 'ole age of 18. Which means, as all you smarty-pants college students out there should know, I won't live past 36. Actually I guess 37, considering my half birthday was the first of this month.
Well, all this talk has inspired me to go walk around barefoot and listen to U2.
Tá mé ólta.
( ^ That actually means "very drunk" in Irish gaelic. For some reason I can't remember goodbye, and I figured that was a close second.)