After watching way too many cycles of America’s Next Top Model, I have finally gotten the BF to cross over to the Dark Side. The BF finally found his inner Cha Cha Diva and has been cracking me and everyone I know up with his shtick.
It all started just a few short weeks ago when I was having another massive craving for Lays potato chips. (My cravings began when I interviewed to work as a manager during the graveyard shift at a Lays factory. I didn’t get the job, but since I’m the universe’s bitch sometimes, I can’t seem to go a month without diving into a bag head first.) Anyway, so I was having another couch potato night and I was hoping the BF would join me instead of being productive. He must have read my mind. He turned to me and said, “Do you want to eat a whole bag of potato chips while we watch Top Model? It will be like we’re mocking them.”
After I sufficiently recovered from my laughing induced asthma attack, I sent the BF packing to the store. He bought said bag of chips and we made dip to accompany it. I stuffed myself, we laughed at the stupid things Renee said, and I rooted for Jael. (Yes Lucky 10-Key, I know your position on her, but I like her anyway!) It was good times. For the whole week the BF basked in the glow of his clever joke. I told everyone I knew and it never stopped being funny.
The following Wednesday we went to a retirement party for the BF and Weltsie’s coworker. They served some wicked awesome cake. Generally I find bakery cakes gross, but this cake was delicious and possibly made of an illicit substance. I took home an embarrassingly large chunk of cake home with me. Naturally, the BF suggested we attempt to consume the slab in one sitting for part deux of model-mocking. Of course hilarity ensued!
I guess I figured the line of jokes would stop there. But this week he took it a step further…
Before heading home for the day the BF dropped by his coworker’s office. With a deadpan face he asked Jim if he was going to watch Top Model. Now, you must understand that the BF is a shy techie who works with a bunch of scientists who like to play hacky sack and wear Tevas. So Jim admitted he didn’t know what Top Model was or even what channel it was on. The BF explained the basic premise and that it’s on the CW, the network formerly known as the WB. Like a true scientist his response was, “So it’s like they switched the order of the letters and increased it by one unit.”
Um, yeah…something like that.
