
I’d like to believe that this blue and white Stormtrooper getup is concealing a lonely Victoria’s Secret model whose one wish in life is to make me breakfast in bed every day — in the nude. I mean, there HAS to be a world-famous lingerie model SOMEWHERE out there who loves Star Wars and the Indianapolis Colts as much as she’ll one day love me. And yet, here I am thirty-three years into this thing called life, life, life… and I’ve yet to encounter that elusive trifecta.
In the meantime, the Colts won the Superbowl, Prince kicked purple butt at halftime, and I’ve been nominated for a Nobel Prize. More to come…



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