Spawn Guy
01-02-2007, 03:42 PM
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There was a time, a time before cable, when the local anchorman
reigned supreme, when people believed everything they heard on TV.
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This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news.And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man than the rest.
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His name was Michaelangelo.
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He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals.
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He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr. And suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo.In other words, Michaelangelo was the balls.
"Mmm. I look good. I mean, really good."
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"Hey, everyone! Come and see how good I look!"
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"Mm, ehh, mm. Ribs. I had ribs for lunch. That's why I'm doing this."
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"How are you? You look awfully nice tonight. Hmm? Maybe don't wear a bra next time. No, I was talking to you. No, not her.I don't know her name. What is it? Lanolin? La-lanolin? Like sheep's wool?"
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"Mm, I love Scotch. I love Scotch. Scotchy, Scotch, Scotch. Here it goes down. Down into my belly. Mm-mm-mm."
There was a time, a time before cable, when the local anchorman
reigned supreme, when people believed everything they heard on TV.
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/streetlevel.jpg
This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news.And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man than the rest.
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/profile_mikey.gif
His name was Michaelangelo.
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/42.jpg
He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals.
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/TenchcoatMikey.jpg
He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr. And suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo.In other words, Michaelangelo was the balls.
"Mmm. I look good. I mean, really good."
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/Mikeylooksgood.jpg
"Hey, everyone! Come and see how good I look!"
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/Mikeyeatsearth.jpg
"Mm, ehh, mm. Ribs. I had ribs for lunch. That's why I'm doing this."
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/MikeyandApril.jpg
"How are you? You look awfully nice tonight. Hmm? Maybe don't wear a bra next time. No, I was talking to you. No, not her.I don't know her name. What is it? Lanolin? La-lanolin? Like sheep's wool?"
http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m1/Spawnguy/Mikeyslikescotch.jpg
"Mm, I love Scotch. I love Scotch. Scotchy, Scotch, Scotch. Here it goes down. Down into my belly. Mm-mm-mm."