CK is the Greg Oden of drunken message board posting.
So I'm a simple man with simple ideas, but it sounds like that man wants you to come to a photo shoot in his basement.The wife and I were out to dinner last night when an older drunk man approached our table. He asked, “What do you do for a living?”
Me: I’m a physicist.
ODG: A what?
Me: I’m a medical physicist.
ODG: Medical Physicist? Ain’t that some highfalutin shit!
The conversation then got even weirder as he asked if I had ever done any acting. He said I should get some headshots and look into it since I “got one of those faces”.
I think he wants Fizz to come during a photo shoot in his basement.So I'm a simple man with simple ideas, but it sounds like that man wants you to come to a photo shoot in his basement.The wife and I were out to dinner last night when an older drunk man approached our table. He asked, “What do you do for a living?”
Me: I’m a physicist.
ODG: A what?
Me: I’m a medical physicist.
ODG: Medical Physicist? Ain’t that some highfalutin shit!
The conversation then got even weirder as he asked if I had ever done any acting. He said I should get some headshots and look into it since I “got one of those faces”.
The wife and I were out to dinner last night when an older drunk man approached our table. He asked, “What do you do for a living?”
Me: I’m a physicist.
ODG: A what?
Me: I’m a medical physicist.
ODG: Medical Physicist? Ain’t that some highfalutin shit!
The conversation then got even weirder as he asked if I had ever done any acting. He said I should get some headshots and look into it since I “got one of those faces”.
I feel like a solid whack with a sand wedge would set that goose straight. Maybe don't run, and whip out one of those clubs in your bag?