He says some great stuff, honestly. But my GOD man, I cannot stop laughing. I’ve hit a full-on Smedley over this video.
“I am Jack’s Big Fitness Outrage.”
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9.11.2010
If you’re his fitness outrage, I’m his worst nightmare. Everything’s bagging and sagging and drooping and it’s impossible to smile but I can still laugh like hell.
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9.11.2010
Cheryl, I had the Big Drunken Epiphany last night that every time “I am Jack’s….” was uttered in Fight Club, they are referring to Jack LaLanne.
Oh, Jack, you sweet shoulder-padded fitness hound, you.
(Also? I think you are quite lovely, Ms. Cheryl, you snowy fox.)
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9.11.2010
Fella is so totally a blogger.
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9.12.2010
And he’s still smiling and wearing those wacky workout suits to this day.
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9.18.2010
Um . . . I may or may not be living the natural way I should be living, but I am still smiling. Jack doesn’t know ME.
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9.20.2010
Perfect!
Jack sells a sort of Yummie Tummie product for men. My stepfather bought a few tanks from QVC a while back, and in retrospect it was a big old red flag of impending Alzheimers, but red flags are the hardest to see, except in that blasted retrospect. Also, now I am craving carrot juice.
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9.21.2010
I am and have always been Jack’s overwhelming indifference.
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I miss you. I want to hug you and have you pat my head.
Sentimentality is GROHHHHSS.
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pee ess: why isn’t anybody going nuts over the shoulder pads? the shoulder pads made me lose it over and over.
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11.9.2010
The shoulder pads are…amazing. My favorite part of the whole video.
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