I hate to see this blog move away from its normal hard-hitting social commentary, hilarious anectdotes, MotoGP action, or the blog owner's elevated sense of self-worth, but there's something eating at me today.
Have you ever known a couple (man and woman), and thought "Wow! How did he land her?!" We've all either known, or seen people like that...Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones, Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie, Barney and Betty Rubble...the list is virtually endless.
I refer to Kip and Anna. You probably don't know them. I do. Their marriage is in the archives, it's outta there, another statistic, so to speak. Old news. That said, I was speaking with a friend of mine (Hi Buddy), and had been running down a list of people and seeing how life was for them. It's a common tactic used to stimulate discussion, employed primarily by people who use the results of the aforementioned tactic as fodder of some sort.
Where the hell was I...oh yeah. I have gone a couple years operating under the assumption that Anna ditched Kip because it was beyond obvious that she was way out of his league. I knew Anna better than Kip, but it was quite clear that she was smokin' hot, classy, funny, and this guy just seemed like the textbook definition of "D-Bag".
Buddy informed me that, in fact, Kip left her. Kip apparently also had a hard time keeping it in his pants. This is funny to me, because not only could he score Anna, but apparently others, as well. If there is anyone on the planet that needs to have his man-parts sliced off, it's Kip.
To be fair, Kip wore glasses, and perhaps never really saw Anna up close, or in focus.
Moral of the story: don't screw up a good thing.
Anna, sorry the marriage did not work, but feel good knowing that you can pretty much pick anyone you like.
Kip, have fun waking up knowing that you pissed away a class act, so you could knock up random strangers and provide a shining example to your illegitimate children.
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