Alternatively, Bottle of Gatorade. Depends on the translation, don’t you know. With apologies to Degas. Actually, Carlton should go apologize to Degas, as this was his idea. I suspect he’s seen this look on my face a few times.
Friday POLL! First, last week’s results. If you’ll recall, it was some nonsense about soup…and y’all have a serious Split Pea fetish, is all I’m saying.
Picture by me, words supplied by Carlton. We’re like Lennon/McCartney only more awesome. And, uh, more married to each other. And less rich. Okay, fine, we have absolutely nothing in common with Lennon, McCartney, or any other Beatles, for that matter.
Based on a hi-frickin’-larious performance art piece presented by yours truly to an audience of… Carlton.
I was going to call it “Stations of the Carlton” but since the subject himself doesn’t “get” Catholic humor (he says it has something to do with “not being brought up Catholic”… yeah, whatever) it seemed inappropriate.
P.S. I bet Guinness will call any minute now, as I’ve certainly set the record for most “Carltons” in one blog post.
First: loosely based on some freestyle skiing event which I obviously studied REALLY closely. I’d be surprised if NBC didn’t lift this for their logo for the 2014 Winter Games.
Both inspirational and heartbreaking, no? And, submitted for your approval, Curling As Described To Me By Carlton:
Please note: as it turns out, they don’t wear skates. AND, apparently the broom doesn’t just float in the air. Additionally, and I may be going out on a limb here — they don’t wear hats that say “Curl.”