Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, I’m a hip young single guy, and I need some dating advice.
You’ve sure come to the right place. I can pretend I know all about that stuff.
I go to singles bars, and sometimes chicks will say, “You want to come back to my place?” But I don’t always know if I should.
I hear you. For starters, if she’s in the parking lot and you haven’t even gone inside yet, you should probably pass.
Wow, thanks! What else?
Well, hair can be a giveaway. If a woman looks as though hers was styled by a helicopter rotor, say something diplomatic, like “Sorry, as you can see, I’m a Roman Catholic priest.”
Blog Guy, I’m a huge fan of actor Michael Douglas. Any news about him?
Sure. He’s gone totally insane. Bonkers. Mental. Deranged. Nutsy.
Wow! Do you like have deep sources at a mental hospital or clinic or something?
Nah, I’m just looking at his hair from when he showed up for a movie screening in New York yesterday. Does that look like a sane guy’s haircut?
Well no, it doesn’t, but that’s your only evidence?
Blog Guy, what is Rod Blagojevich, that former Illinois governor, doing since he left office in disgrace?
Good question. That has been a real mystery, until very recently. It appears he took one of those two-week online matador courses, bought a silly outfit, and is now working as a bullfighter in Spain. I spotted him in a photo from Pamplona.
Well, Madison Avenue gets screwed again!
Below, you can see photos of music legend Phil Spector released by corrections officials, without any of his numerous wigs, as he begins a sentence of 19 years to life for the 2003 murder of an actress.
But WAIT! The caption warns that these photos can’t be used for advertising campaigns.
Is it just me, or does anybody else notice something disturbing about these photos?
Just what I thought! A tacky blond wig, mustache and sideburns, like somethin’ out of Sgt. Pepper’s Frickin’ Lonely Hearts Club Band!
I’m onto you, Eddie! Oh, you think I didn’t spot your stupid photo on that Oddly Enough blog, wearin’ your 1960s disguise and slurping Andre Cold Duck at a Hungarian Fashion Show?