Tuesday, December 06, 2005

It's Time for Your Daily Hasselhoffing
Posted by Sam at 2:25 PM | tags: ,

Ummm... is anyone else a little creeped out by the fact that the iTunes Music Store is peddling episodes of the entire first season of Night Rider? I don't know. Maybe it's just too early in the day for the infamous Hasselhoff crotch shot (see accompanying photo). Is there a right time of the day for the Hasselhoff crotch shot? Instinctually, I'd say no. But for some reason, I'm drawn to the witching hour as the most appropriate time for a Hasselhofffing. Evil and the Hasselhoff crotch go together like rice and beans. Mmm... Hasselhoff burrito. Throw a little guac on that... maybe some sour cream... delectable!

has*sel*hoff [has'l'hof] verb
1. To show off one's crotch, esp. on the hood of a talking, mid-eighties muscle car.
derivitives hasselhoffed, hasselhoffing

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ahh yes...again sam..thank you

Comment By bryan on December 06, 2005 6:18 PM

Well, I'm just one man. A man with a vision... unfortunately that vision is of David Hasselhoff's crotch. But, ya do whatchya gotta do... ya know?

Anyway... you're welcome.

Comment By Sam on December 06, 2005 6:49 PM

wow, not since talk of the unmentionable creatures, has a sentence turned my stomach so. "Throw a little guac on that..." this worries me more than i can even put into words.

Comment By manuel noriega on December 06, 2005 11:19 PM

I'm glad I had that extra cup of coffee...it dosen't taste as bad as bile when it comes back up the pipe.

Comment By TheDarkLordDerfla on December 07, 2005 10:52 AM

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