Angela sent this to me, and it’s like they made a movie about my life without me knowing it. I’m not the greatest at recognizing faces, so I’m glad this guy has less hair than I do, and the woman’s blonde, because otherwise I’d have to search the kitchen for hidden cameras:
(Originally found at College Humor)
A brief warning to those of you who, like I did, watched this first thing in the morning: no, you haven’t had a stroke, they just aren’t speaking English, is all. At least I hope they’re not speaking English, because I eat a lot of manly salads exactly so I won’t have a stroke, so that would really suck if I had one anyway. Not that I regret eating my manly salads though.
By the way, I’m not kidding about the salads. OK, maybe our preparation styles vary a little (I try to capture a little more hip motion, frankly,) but my salad bowl is what most consumers call a 2 Quart Glass Batter Bowl
Now I need to learn that language they were speaking. I’m pretty sure they reveal some Truths in there amidst the manliness.
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I’m *sure* this is what Nietzsche had in mind when he imagined the Ubermensch leading us all to our glorious destiny.
Great, now I’m going to spend my morning (the non-salad eating part of it anyway) remixing Kevin Kline’s parts of A Fish Called Wanda in my head.
I love enormous salads too, so you’re not alone.
And this video is sexy! Maybe I’m a weirdo. haha
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