National David Hasselhoff Month
Okay, so…on St. Patty’s Day, if you recall, I found a picture on my computer at work entitled “Dork” which ended up to be the picture of a shirtless David Hasselhoff. Why was it saved on my computer? I still don’t know. Who is responsible? My only guess is Ricky.
So, that very same day, I am blogsurfing and what do I find? That’s right folks. I found this. Which would have been bad enough. Except that the next day, courtesy of the lovely Jess, I received a Hoff calendar. There were shirtless Hoffs, 70's pornstar Hoffs, Holiday Hoffs, each one sending a wave of sadness and nausea throughout my body. Of course, I sent it to Ricky, hoping it would quench his insatiable desire for all things Hoff, along with a response to Jess reading, “I hope that you aren’t misreading my blog entry to mean that I don’t have enough pictures of David Hasselhoff. But thank you for the thought. You freak.”
And now? Now, I would just like to say to Jess. You are sick. Stop sending me this crap. I can’t take it. This is as bad as Phil Collinsing a sista. Don’t make me come over there.
I will leave you all for now, with a taste of the madness.