So this afternoon I'm sitting at the bar of the VFW I grew up in (I exaggerate only slightly, but that's a story for another time), having a beer with my dad and pretending to listen to whatever it was he was saying about "something something movie in color something made in black-and-white something something something Steve McQueen something Blob something wrong." His bottom dentures were a little loose, plus he mumbles, so that's all I got.
But also I was distracted by a bit of crosstalk between the bartender, Dana, and a couple of bozos in the corner. All I heard was the tail end of something Dana was saying, eight words that made my damn day:
"...was like Brigitte Nielsen crossed with Leslie Nielsen."
Context? Who the hell needs context for a mind-bendingly awesome juxtaposition like that? It doesn't matter if she was talking about a mother-in-law, a mentally challenged Great Dane, a righteous drag queen, or something she hallucinated while having painful dental work done. Provided the mental image it conjures doesn't make you flee blindly into traffic, you've gotta hand it to her, that is one impressive piece of description.
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