Attack of the Killer Chihuahua
This just in from the Now I've Heard Everything Department...the award for the man with the crappiest luck goes to: Tedemundo. Ken has IMed me today to inform me that Ted is the unlucky one because his chihuaha wizzed on his big screen TVand shorted it out. Now, he has to go over to Ken's house to watch movies he's rented. And, if that weren't enough, Ted said some stripper called his cell phone the other day and asked him if he saw her dance somewhere, so he replies, kind of leading her on, "Nope, haven't seen you dance, but would like to." and hangs up the phone on her.
Ken informs me that Ted will shortly be starting a blogger related to receiving strange phone calls. Ha! Welcome to the club, Ted. Although, as I've pointed out in the past, Ted is no stranger to weirdness himself. I mean, he is Tedmundo, all American Whack-o, the man who makes Michael Jackson look normal. Still, somehow this would be poetic justice, to see Ted get a book deal from his blogger. I hear they are giving away multi-million dollar book deals from the blogger site and, well, I could just see Ted nailing one down. I mean, he's the man, the myth, the legend.
I could see Ted getting all jiggy and all with an agent and a big fat cigar, talking "first rights." Imagine him on the set of the movie talking to the director. "No man, I said the strippers dance OVER HERE on the roof. Having them come in stage left is ALL WRONG" he would say as he bites his cigar. And I don't even want to think about the Chihuahua.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.