It’s Friday. If you have the same corporate culture in your office as I did, you know, when I still had a job, you can dress down a bit more on Fridays than on Mondays to Thursdays. Unless you work in the circus, or in a strip club or are a police officer. Then you pretty much need to stay in uniform today. Or not put anything on. If you’re a stripper.
There was this one dude who really lived for Fridays. It meant he could ditch his suit and tie and strap on a belt buckle. But not just any belt buckle. This is the only thing in the world Chuck Norris is afraid of. I’m not shitting you, this thing was a lethal weapon.
Seriously. It was more weapon than intimidating fashion statement. Ninjas would be even more invincible using it. And gangsta rappers would attempt to bust a cap in his ass so they could have a spare rim for their Hummers. Except they would fail. And headlines would read: Ice T-Bag and accomplices die of rim injuries, or what appears to be decapitation by belt buckle.
I should cut him some slack. If anyone can put the fear of God into Chuck Norris, I have to show him some respect and keep the ridicule to a minimum. After all, you may be endangering your old-man balls and all wearing such a fearsome viking shield for a belt buckle, but at least it’s still better than looking like a fool with your pants on the ground.
And if anyone is still wondering what the hell all this touch me on my studio crap is, this is a studio:
Namaste, morons and lady bastards everywhere. Have a rocking Friday.