Yes, That’s A Cat On My Shoulders. You Wanna Make Something of It?
Saturday, August 11th, 2007, 8:50 am
One of the trackbacks to my Steely McBeam rants pointed out that the mugshot on my site features a cat perched on my shoulders. And this moved him to both question the toughness of Steeler fans, and my toughness personally.
Mistake.
Those of you who know me (and have survived the encounter) know that I’m a badass of the very first order. When I walk down the street the men stare at their shoes and the women follow at a respectful distance. You’ve heard about guys so tough they eat lightning and crap thunder? Yeah, well I eat guys like that for lunch and wash them down with a cold Sancerre. Geno is BAD you understand, BAD. So bad that I can pose with a picture of my cat on my shoulders and STILL look like something out of Chuck Norris’ sweatiest nightmares.
Seriously though I’m working on getting a better headshot, so please stop the jokes. I’m getting a complex and my analyst is vacationing in Provence until Labor Day.
4 Responses to “Yes, That’s A Cat On My Shoulders. You Wanna Make Something of It?”
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August 12th, 2007 at 6:29 am
Hit a biker bar with the camera. Throw an arm around the roughest good ol’ boy there. Hold the camera at arms length and start firing the flash like crazy. When you get out traction, you’ll have some great shot to post of the real “Mean Gene”.
August 12th, 2007 at 11:21 am
Personally, I’ve never seen such a manly photo. Badass doesn’t even begin to describe it. And back in Vegas, we were all so stunned by your badness that it was almost scary.
Anyone who says any different is just lashing out because they’re so intimidated by you.
P.S. – You and kitty are adorable! (Does that negate my previous statements?)
August 13th, 2007 at 9:07 am
You’ve neglected to include the name “Mean Gene” anywhere on this website. Of *course* people don’t know how bad you are!
August 15th, 2007 at 7:31 pm
Yeah, hello, they don’t call you Mean Gene for nothing. And I think Ernie looks pretty fierce, too. Don’t be fooled by that cute fuzzy face. Cross Ernie and will *end* you. Or something like that.