Kelly, who sits across the hall from me at work, has plastered the wall outside her office with Internet photos and bios of all the contestants on The Bachelor. And now the entire office keeps crowding around what I'd like to consider to be my office's front porch to discuss, analyze and mock the women and what they have to say about themselves (like the improbably named Misty's pride in her "cheerleading, tumbling and dancing abilities").
So far, I have nobly restrained my urges to draw curious disfigurements and patches of facial hair on all of them.
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