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January 13, 2006
Why Bingley Doesn't Figure Skate
He can't think of things like this to say:
“Figure skating is an amazing ride,” Weir said. “You’re feeling like the lowest scum in the pond two hours ago, and go to the prettiest flower in the pond..."
Bingley has no such poetry in his soul. And has refused to wear any less than both ruby red gloves ever since Michael Jackson broke his heart.
Posted by tree hugging sister at January 13, 2006 06:01 PM
Comments
"I mean one minute you're face down in the gutter clutching a bottle of Thunderbird fill with paint thinner, and the next minute you're... you're ME!"
Posted by: Weir-do at January 13, 2006 06:27 PM
I searched for an author, it is only attributed to the AP.
I bet it was written by some disgruntled sports reporter who was supposed to be on the NHL beat and got replaced by another writer.
Posted by: Susanna at January 13, 2006 06:31 PM
No, I don't wear either glove any more, Miss Smartypants.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 13, 2006 07:06 PM
A just walked up and said, "Is that a BOY?"
Posted by: Lisa at January 14, 2006 09:51 AM
Words escape me except maybe "fruit loop". No GUY straight or gay says things like that.
Posted by: major dad at January 14, 2006 04:28 PM