Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Risky Business


Why does this dude feel like one of the extras from the hooker party scene in Risky Business? It must be those glasses. Or the Tom Cruise face.

So I understand you want to attend Princeton.

Now that was a great movie. The Porsche. The legend that is Curtis Armstrong. Guido the Killer Pimp, perhaps another under-celebrated archetype from sleaze antiquity.

And, of course, the 1980s all natural superior dose of hottness that fueled a thousand pre-pubescent fantasies on HBO throughout the mid 1980s: Rebecca De Mornay. I still dream of going for ice cream with that curvy cat-eyed minx. Somewhere off the lake in Chicago.

There’s a crack in my egg. Yes. No. Maybe.

Step away from the stripy boobie, Risky wannabe. This is not the time of your life, kid. You’re just a tool rubbing up on my future ex-girlfriend that I will have relations with on the subway at 3am to the last good Phil Collins song and 12 frames a second step-printing.

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