Some of you nerds may think I'm talking about that mediocre NBC sitcom "Chuck," in which a nerdy dude (you empathize) gets to kick ass and tap a tasty piece (you dream).
Nay, I refer to The Chuck, the killa, the unstoppable Chuck Norris. My shirt is an homage to his power. It reads, "Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is hiding."
I do appreciate Chuck for his skillz - though mine outmatch him. I truly admire him for the RESPECT he commands, though. Seems that around here people (COOPER) are forgetting who runs the show and who is supreme ruler of the Sunroom, Living Room, and basically the whole house. I think if I could grow a killer 'stache, maybe Coop would recall that I, like Chuck, will make his mind explode with my stare should he displease me again. Say by eating my fraking cookie. "Oh he's so cute and cuddly and don't get mad at him for eating your last nilla wafer, he doesn't know any better." Bullshit. That kid is going to get a roundhouse to the noggin, and how.
Chuck - you and I know what it means to be disrespected. But you have mastered how to regulate. Teach Me.
That is all...
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