Entry #9 in the Being David Hasselhoff contest comes from Karan, who is a very busy and important person but who still understands the animal magnetism of a hairy pectoral muscle. When she's not attending meetings where coffee is served (sometimes with a sandwich bar!), she's thinking of new ways to make herself more like David Hasselhoff.
One of the things I love about living in Western society is that we have so many choices, including the way that we look and, to that end, who we want to be. On a recent holiday, we decided that it would be fun to do a little "medi-tourism" in Maui and we treated ourselves and the kids to plastic surgery, David Hasselhoff style. It cost about the same as dining out in Kihei.
As you can see, the results were outstanding. Just to shake things up a bit, we all chose a bit of a different "Hoff" look: the kids went with something sporty, while Arnold went with something sexy and sophisticated. I chose "mystery,." although I admittedly look a bit pinched in this photo.
At first, it was a lot of fun. People asked us for our autographs, perfect strangers purchased meals for us and hoteliers offered us free lodgings in exchange for hanging out at the pool and smiling. I was interviewed by People magazine. That said, there is a dark side to this. The kids are suddenly expected to speak fluent German and one day at the beach some teenagers were pointing at me and saying something about David having a major "man-boob" problem.
Since we returned to Canada, we've had to change our telephone number twice so that Karlheinz Schrieber would stop calling us and asking for money to fund his legal defence. And forget about going to McDonalds - we haven't been able to get a burger in weeks!
This is definitely one of my favourite entries so far. I was thinking about it all day long and giggling to myself. I wanted to post it during my lunch break, but I would never think of using my work computer to post personal items on the Internet. No sirree. That is NOT the type of employee I am.
You, on the other hand, cannot be trusted, which is why I know you're just dying to send me stuff from your work computer. By now, I think you know how to enter. The prizes are HOT HOT HOT. The winner will get to take over my blog for the day. The runner-up (just a nice way to say "number-one loser") will get a Donnie Osmond CD. What are you waiting for?
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3 comments:
This one's a tad scary :D
PLEASE stop indulging Megan in this Hoff-fantasy - if you don't, you;ll have no one to blame but yourselves when she too makes a video, rolling around drunkenly scarfing a burger....
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