Moving to LA LA land, we were fairly certain at some point we'd run into celebrities somewhere: I work at the hospital that Britney Spears was seeking psychiatric treatment... Rumor has it that Owen Wilson lives down the street... I was 5 feet away from the red carpet of the Juno movie premier when I came for my interview... So far, no sightings.
However, there is this car that parks in front of our apartment complex with the license plate "WEE MAN" proudly displayed.
Could this be our neighbor? Wee Man of Jackass fame? Johnny Knoxville's homey? MTV's answer to affirmative action? Delightful.
MTV is about 6 blocks away. Perhaps he was looking to live close to work. If he is our neighbor, I only have one thing to say: "STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!" If they start piercing their butt cheeks together, I know who to blame!
8 comments:
Wee Man! That would be hilariously random. And what of Wayne's fear of munchkins?
Wayne must face his fears, just like everyone else. I hope he lives next door! :>
lol. oh the celeb sightings will probably get old sooner or later. until you get to do their children's teeth, then i think that will really go to your head. i'm famous too yah know.
I dunno, that oompa loompa is a pretty sick skater.
... BTW Shana, in my protest of moving to LA from SF, I've gone Goth. M'kay?
LOL.
You're gonna scare all of our friends away! Who wants to be friends with 'the dentist and the goth?' It's bad enough that people fear me and my sadistic job... Then you come walzing onto my blog in your black lipstick and cape...
What'll the neighbors say?
P.S. I think it's pretty hysterical to see your freaky photoshopped Marilyn Manson-looking picture next to the uber-sweet Mommy-and-me avatar that I just posted.
Yup. That's the Van Cleave fam.
Irony is the best form of humor.
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