I have to say, I am embarrassed the degree to which I miss the big news in the world, though it is my own fault, easily. I miss news of the death of Kathleen Woodiwiss; my flight arrives but my ground transport doesn’t deposit me at the hotel in time for the RWA annual general meeting… and I miss by a day the inestimable value of celebrating a day that is near and dear to our bitchy hearts.
It was David Hasselhoff’s birthday yesterday.
Really, I need to get on the ball already. Such moments of deep celebration are few and far between, and we all need to take time to honor and ponder the fine gifts brought to us by fate, like Sir David du Hoff.
So, in belated celebration, Bitchery Reader Melissa has provided us with a fine way to shake our booty for this fine occasion: Wax On, Wax Hoff. Go on, and wax the manly chest hairs off your favorite celebrity, David Hasselhoff.
It just doesn’t get any better than that, does it?
We missed a High Holy Day?!?!?!
Shit!
I was really getting into it when I realized I was cyberwaxing the chesthair off of a cyberman’s chest.
I need a life.
OK, I can’t believe I just did that. I need a life.
That was a little disturbing.
My little hoff just isn’t getting smooth. I don’t know if I’m leaving the paper on long enough and OMG… I’m playing a game where I wax a D-List celebrity’s chest and I suck at it!
Ye Gods, I’m one sad puppy.
Poor guy… you can wax off his nipple!
I just can’t stop laughing. That’s one way to liven things up at the office 😉
oh, holy hell. somebody wrote that program ON PURPOSE? i want back the last 7 minutes of my life!
*giggling*
The most disturbing thing about that is that I actually did it.
Actually, the most disturbing part of it for me, is that I can’t wait until I get home, so that I *can* do it.
so. sad.
That was just…bizarre.
With all the Harry Potterness flying around, the husband and I were just thinking that the Hoffster would have done a great job playing Prof. Lockhart (I love me some Kenneth Branagh, but the Hoff would already be in character, too bad he’s not British.)
This is a lot like popping bubble wrap.
Woooo, I got mentioned on the Smart Bitches site! My life is now nearly complete—all I lack is a title. I guess I need to get on the ball and be here on Fridays to win one. 🙂
I. Cannot. Stop.
Nah, it’s MORE addictive than popping bubble wrap.
Speaking of which…
I know, right—about his nipples? I waxed them right off. Then I did it again. I’m disturbed at myself for this pleasure. But here’s what I really wonder; did the Hoff have a Wendy’s hamburger and, like, a keg and a half of beer to celebrate his birthday (at home with a video camera and one of his not-quite-adult-child-of-an-alcoholic daughter? Just wondering.
Awesome! While I wait for new posts on the hot ongoing debate about swan hats and miniskirts with funky socks I can come up here and occupy myself by ripping the Hoff’s nipples off..over and over. It never gets old! This blog really does provide complete entertainment!
I just luv this. You just gotta love stuff related to the HOFF!
LOL…too damn funny. I actually ripped the hair off, and I’m at work. I got so tickled. You guys are trying to get me fired…lol!
I was just going to come and say “omg you can rip his nipples right off!” but I see someone already covered that. lol