Okay, first there was the episode with George Clooney, now this.
I had a dream about Chris Isaak last night. Now, for those unfamiliar with the gentleman in question, he looks like this:
Ahem. Now, without wishing to objectify anyone, it is not inconceivable that a healthy heterosexual female, presented with such a specimen of the opposite sex, may wish to… you know… as they say in The Simpsons, snuggle. But for reasons known only to itself, when my mind decided to make me dream about Chris Isaak, we were trying to get the ironing done.
THAT'S RIGHT – THE FUCKING IRONING.
And it was his choice, the tosser.