During a commercial break for The Big Bang Theory, I switched over to have a looky-loo at the goings on at the Republican National Convention. Imagine my surprise when I saw Clint Eastwood at the podium addressing the delegates. Next to him was an empty chair (NOTE: a perfect spot for a political joke, but I'll resist).
After checking that TBS was still hawking feminine hygiene products, Cialis,and Beggin' Strips (at the same time), I returned to watch Clint.
However, instead of listening to his words, I was actually more shocked at how he looked. Great Googli Moogli (borrowing a term I learned from Sherilin, one the aforemetioned fine followers), did the guy look old! Did someone switch the Crypt-keeper for Clint?
|"And then I said, 'Well, do you feel lucky, punk? |
And then I took a nap."
|Left over from the A-Z Challenge|
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, I still think of Eastwood as that young cowpoke (NOTE: "Cowpoking" is actually illegal in most states. Except Nebraska.) from Wagon Train or "The Man With No Name" in all those Spaghetti Westerns.
|"Wait a minute. |
Does fongul mean what I think it does?"
So, it was a bit of a surprise to see him looking as wrinkled as Madonna's tuckus in a steambath (NOTE: thankfully, I've never seen that, but I'm just imagining. Oops, just made myself sick there).
Thinking on, I realized that I often still think of myself as that fresh-faced youngster who was trying to talk Mrs. Penwasser #1 into marrying him (NOTE: Much to my horror, she did).
|"Sure, she may have a face like a hat fulla assholes, |
but have you seen her rack?"
|"Could be worse. Could be Moses."|