How the Mighty Have Fallen
It's with a heavy heart that I relate this recent conversation I had with my wife about a girl I would once have happily murdered several close friends to have sex with. Times have changed. People have changed. Dress sizes have changed. Sadly, this conversation has not been altered. It took place as my wife was reading an issue of STAR magazine and I glanced over her shoulder as I walked by.
Me: Is that Christina Aguilera?
Wife: No. It's a drag queen.
Me: Oh dear.
I'm not saying I cried. But I will say that it was suddenly very dusty in our house.
Also, the fact that I just mistook a guy for a woman I used to ogle was disturbing on a level I wasn't comfortable thinking about.
Luckily, there will always be this and this to remind us of better, happier times.
Me: Is that Christina Aguilera?
Wife: No. It's a drag queen.
Me: Oh dear.
I'm not saying I cried. But I will say that it was suddenly very dusty in our house.
Also, the fact that I just mistook a guy for a woman I used to ogle was disturbing on a level I wasn't comfortable thinking about.
Luckily, there will always be this and this to remind us of better, happier times.
posted by Tent Time at 4:10 PM
2 Comments:
you are gross and continue to have the same taste in females (WITH THE EXCEPTION OF MJ of course) as convicts. why cant you fantasize about carla bruni or kate winslet as i do!
Well said, Mayuri. Well said.
I'd venture to say my love for Kate Winslet died when she just named her third child "Bear."
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