It's the end of the day. Monday. I promised myself that I would post every single day. And I had two different topics to choose from for today's post, but, alas, the day got away from me and I am way too tired to write. Lucky me. I'm a photographer. And as they, a picture is worth a thousand words.
If that's true, I gotta say, this one's worth at least two thousand. So, I'm giving each of you an assignment. Write a caption for the picture and post it in the comment section. Be creative. Go crazy. Make me laugh. Make me cry. Your choice. Then, maybe we'll take a vote on the best caption and I'll send the winner a gift.
In case you don't know, the guy without the shirt is Robin Gibb from the Bee Gees. I'm pretty sure the guy behind him was a local record exec in Vancouver. Oh, and that's a cigarette he's holding. Feel free to use it. And, as usual, please do not download or copy this or any other photograph on my site. Thanks!
Note to Robin: I apologize in advance. And I'm really sorry I didn't take you up on your invite that night, but isn't that a gold band on your left ring finger? No worries. I still love you.
Monday, April 10, 2006
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"And then we do this without the pants!"
"I don't want to hear any excuses! His leisure suit was supposed to be pressed and ready twenty minutes ago!"
Coach Viktor Blavatsky leads Robin Gibb through a pep talk and some barre exercises before a matinee performance of "Saturday Night Fever On Ice."
The exec guy to the reporter 'Yeah man, this hairy disco monkey can jive, trust me. But first let me show you how those customs do a cavity search'
"See Barry? I told you Robin was the sexy one! He does have the hairy chest, after al-- Oh shit! It just caught on fire! Damn join... er, cigarette. Okay, Barry, I guess you are the sexy one after all."
"And then there was the night he wrote 'Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)'."
"Youse Gee Bees gotta realize, if we're gonna bring in da big bucks, ya gotta clean up yer act. No more-a dis long hair shit. Da tight pants gotta go. Too much jewelry. Ya gotta appeal to da ladies, boys. This'll never do. Ya gotta start actin' like real men! I know dat might be a stretch for youse, but dat's where da big bucks is. Yaknowaddamean?"
Using the whole fist, doc?
--Todd A, todd-a.com
...and then there was the night Robin Gibb learned first hand about the merits of good prostate health.
"Okay, Robin, now take off the sweater."
"The fat guy ate my shirt."
Fashion experts were shocked to discover the precise moment in time that "bling" actually began.
"Pardon me, my good man, have you any K-Y jelly?"
Mayor Quimby announces Disco Stu as running mate for presidency.
Since he was the local sports announcer, no one was more surprised than Chet to find himself assigned to cover the Bee Gees concert.
Barry Gibb shows local recoding producer how they smoke cigarettes "down under".
One singular sensation
Every little step he takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that he makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you'll never be lonely with you know who...
"I know you think you're too sexy for your shirt, Robin, but come on! The Press will be here in ten minutes and we can't have them see this!" as he waves his cigarette to show shirtless isn't cool...
(Could this be the inspiration for "I'm Too Sexy" the song???)
Those girls are so wild,they tore my shirt off.Do I dare go out there again? Is it worth the risk? You bet it is my dear fellow!!!!!!
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