Casual Dress Friday: What Is Love?

Its a casual dress Friday here at the Skeet Thrower and during March I'm going to take the time to answer a few of the more popular questions from my readers. Last week I answered the question, who is on your BCS Man-Crush List. Today, I'll answer the question, "What is love?". But before I answer that question, I should tell you one of my life rules: Anytime I write the phrase "what is love" I am obligated to link to or show this clip:



On to the question. To answer it, I've brought in a guest who will read you a poem:



And there you go. Question answered. On a side note, the fact that there are two clips from Saturday Night Live films on one blog post may be the high point of Lorne Michaels' life. Somebody should notify him.

Right about now, you may be asking yourself - Why all of this talk about love? I didn't come to the Skeet Thrower for love. Well, I'm getting there...

The other day I texted Wheezy to tell him about the delicious sno-cone I was having. Instead of a text full of envy, I got a call back from him asking about this random blog he had stumbled upon from his stats. Now I usually try to visit every blog that links to me, but I hadn't gone to this one yet. Anyway, he was reading through it and found this post (reprinted here just in case it somehow disappears...):

Reasons I Love Random Person I Don't Know That Well

Since it's Valentine's Day this is an ode to a guy who hopefully never reads this blog. Disclaimer: This is in no way to be construed as romantic. It would be like a man crush - if I was a man.

He taught me what the box was.
He brought the party to the box and it hasn't been the same since he left.
Once in the first season of Veronica Mars someone referenced "laying pipe" and I thought about him.
Once someone told him I thought he didn't like me. His response: "What?! I don't even know this girl. See ya later Laura."
His blog turned me onto The Superficial which usually has more content per day than Tyler Durden.
I've only had jello shots he's made.
He will call you the fuck out.

Since that pretty much chronicles my life, Wheezy assumed it was me and made a comment inferring as much. Somehow that resulted in me getting called out on the Facebook.com (and I've made it pretty clear that I hardly ever look at the Facebook.com, so that meant I was pretty much defenseless). What the f--- is that. Now this is happening - I'm calling you out. That's bush league, that's what it is. Who is this chick anyway? I don't even know her...

Just kidding, Laura. See, I do know who you are. And now I've linked to your blog. And you're damn right I'm pissed about Avril.

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In other news, I'm still holding out on my Tara Reid resolution thanks to clips like this. I saw the audio version of this, but Wheezy brought me the video (so thanks Wheezy!). This is Tara Reid: Total Eclipse of the Heart.



Is there ever a time where she is not drunk? If only she was as good as this guy, I could have begun to look past my resolution.

Speaking of bad covers, I'll leave you with "The Final Countdown." I don't even have anything to say about this other than I wish I was there.



Have a good weekend.