This is a fairly inaccurate picture of me, South Park-style. I made it over at South Park Studios. Sure, my hair's not that messy and I currently have a beard (the above is Micah Classic), but I think that I nailed the Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and alabaster skin.
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Dude, that is spot-on. It's like I opened your page and there was Micah staring back at me. Except, now you are "Evil Micah" or is that just when you have a goatee?
Evil Micah is strictly with the goatee. I could've added one on (as well as a beard), but opted not to. That side of me just emerges on Halloween.
Thank God for that. Does it make me a loser that I'm the first to respond to the post or is that only when you're the first one like 90% of the time (wink, wink).
It's a sliding scale. But I'll be nice and not call you names, since I'll likely be crashing on your sofa when I get old(er).
OK, but what is that in your left hand? Hmmm???
I believe that's a thumb, but it does look kinda drrrty.
STAY AWAY from the left hand!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmmmmmmmmm, it looks like a thumb. But in the right light it could be a......
Micah - Don't shortchange yourself. Someday we'll have a guest room. You can stay there.
Which is weird because my Pimp Hand is my right one.
KPMD - I have only one request: not Philly.
I'd never been to Belize.
Definitely not Philly, but you may have to share the room with spydrz.
No, the chauffeur gets a private room above the garage.
I'm tryin' to draav you to the sto'.
No deal. I guess you guys are gonna cook for yourselves, then. And not have a PS2 and a couple of bitchin' turntables.
Fine, fine - you each get your own room. But, you may have to share a bathroom. That's the best I can do. I'm not made of money, you know.
Perhaps a half bath above the garage then?
Not made of money? You're a freakin' DOCTOR. You have to be rich.
spydrz - Live over the garage? Who do you think you are - Fonzie?
I'm just trying to get out of sharing a room.
Okay, good. There was only one Fonzie. And he directed "Cop & 1/2."
Fonzie was also a great football coach for SCLSU.
He was also the ill-fated principal of some high school.
Micah, how did you save your character? I've got mine made, but can't figure out how to keep it.
You are the hotness.
Yes. Yes, I am hotness. :)
panthergirl - I had to do the "print screen" thing and then paste it into a graphics program. Then I just cropped it.
I do have to admit that Fonzie's pretty funny now as the Bluth family's lawyer on "Arrested Development."
Wonder when we'll hear from our friend down in the 504? I'm guessing three more days to recover...
I'd give him another couple of days. Remember, this is the guy who's little sister drank him under the table.
I watched a special on Mardi Gras on the Travel Channel last night. Very interesting. They have convicts cleaning the city each night.
The 504 is once again represented in this sad world known as Sobriety. Let me just say that my liver is pissed because I denied it beer today, my kitchen table is pissed because there's 749 pounds of beads on it, I am pissed because I had to go back to work today, and my lower extremeties are really pissed because I can't find my damn pants. Which can only mean one thing: Mardi Gras freakin' rocks my world!
How'd you get those beads?
You know, the same way most people do: they sell 'em for a buck a bag at most of the stores.
The better question is probably "why the hell did you come home with beads instead of trading them for fleeting glimpses of nekkid boobies?"
How'd you lose your pants?
Great to have you back and alive, bud.
Oh I figured that you'd somehow "earned" the beads.
Micah--It was a true Ted Kennedy moment. One second, I had a drink in one hand, a girl (or perhaps girlish-looking man in the other), and the next thing you know: I can't find my pants. From what I recall, it was worth it. The drink, that is.
Spydrz--I only wrote that I bought 'em cause Mom reads this blog sometimes (not really). I think the real way I got the beads is clear: I stole them from small, wheelchair-bound children. Duh.
You had me excited there for a sec. Tell Mrs. JP to come on over and join the fun.
Was that girl, by any chance, Tommy Girl? (Too soon?)
I never noticed the wheelchair bound children. I take it they hang out at the Krystal on the corner?
Wow, Micah. Way to mention my mom and the stripper that woulda/coulda/shoulda been my wife in the same post. Sadly Tommy had to work this weekend, I'm sure. Girl needs a new ball cap, you know? And a new bracelet, since I'm sure the other one is long gone....
But maybe we could name Mrs. JP official Baker/Pastry Chef of Micah World. We could have weekly polls where we choose the next treat!
Regrets - I've had a few. You, on the other hand, refused my advice and I'm sure you're still content with your choice. At least you feel sorry for not watching her bracelet.
Hey, I'm all for bringing Mrs. JP aboard, in any capacity. She's awesome.
Oh, I meant to comment on your earlier post about convicts cleaning the city each night after Mardi Gras. It is my understanding they also have convicts *running* the city, so this fact doesn't surprise me. What is amazing, though, is that I've had the same pothole outside my apartment building for 9 months, but 4 minutes after Fat Tuesday ends, fire hoses and street sweepers can turn NOLA into a(n almost) clean city. Go flippin' figure.
New Orleans corrupt? Naaaaaah.
Maybe they should send that cleaning crew to the Jewel of the Schuylkill.
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