For the benefit of those new to the site, let’s just talk about my husband for a few…shall we? This is a man who prefers the stink of a locker room to the sensual, luxurious pleasures of a spa. He is quite happy going an entire weekend without showering. He also thinks farting is hilarious and is the kind of guy who will stop whatever he’s doing, no matter how important, if he hears the words “boob” or “breasts” or “tits” or Red Shoe Diaries - this show that David Duchovny used to star in that comes on late Friday nights about random people hooking up and sharing their sexual trysts in journal format. Very classy.
My husband loves football and tools and poker. He has the sensitivity of a boar and the maturity of a 17 year old. Which is why his favourite movies are Rounders, Dumb and Dumber, Happy Gilmore, Old School, and Wedding Crashers. It’s amazing. The man can barely remember my birthday and yet he can practically reenact entire scenes from these cinematic masterpieces. So anyway, there is a character in Old School called Blue Pulaski. He’s an old, old, old man who somehow gets recruited into the fraternity and ends up raising hell with the rest of the crew, participating in honourable activities such as hazing and KY Jelly wrestling matches between naked girls who, naturally, have spectacular tits. Blue has become a cult hero. And the actor who played Blue, Patrick Cranshaw, passed away yesterday at the age of 86. In honour of Blue, I had to sit through my 9th viewing of Old School this evening when I came home from a party. And at the very end, my husband turned to me and said, “you should do a tribute to Blue on your website. I bet you all those gossip chicks out there have boyfriends and husbands just like me.” So this is for all of you who have suffered like I have, who have had to endure Vince Vaughn and Will Ferrell and the Wilson brothers over and over and over again. You’re my boy Blue!!! Safe passage!