I feel like I'm in the playroom of a giant toddler, and every time I try to take a couple of steps in any direction, he places a big wooden block in my path. Not making much progress today, but afraid to give up for fear he'll lose interest in the game and just bite off my head.
Not content to let other nationwide chains be the only ones to commit murder-by-sandwich, last week Denny's unveiled its Fried Cheese Melt:
Watched "Nacho Libre" tonight, for the first time, in rich, full WalkerPhonic sound: he sat next to me and spoke every line of the film along with the actors, then snickered and glanced to see if I was laughing or cringing. Shane fell asleep, but still managed to wake in time to sing along with the grand finale, "I ate bugs, I ate grass, I used my hand to wipe my tears...."
All too recently, I've seen Walker wear plaid, Bermuda-length shorts, together with black dress socks à la Team Shuffleboard, and just this week, the pièce de résistance, white leather slip-on loafers, which he insists are cutting-edge fashionable. I don't get it. What's next? Leisure Suits? I have every reason to believe that he will begin his Senior year of high school tomorrow dressed as Herb Tarlek from WKRP in Cincinnati.
