I'm in the process of moving, and the other day the movers came to take most of my stuff away. I had fallen asleep waiting for them, and when I wake up who do I have staring back at me but STEVIE RICHARDS! Okay, I wasn't *actually* Stevie Richards, but this mover looked so much like him I could do nothing but stare at him for the next two hours. It was totally awesome and no one I know could appreciate it. But I figured if any one would, the w's would.
You *sure* it wasn't Stevie? After all, the bWo business seems a little thin at the moment. :-)
Congratulations, though! All the times I've moved, I've never gotten a single one who was cute, hunky or otherwise pleasant to look at. Did you spend a lot of time dithering like a little girl about where the sofa should go? "Maybe over there..."
I've seen a truck belonging to this one local moving company, and I've always wanted to take a picture of it. I've never had my camera with me at the right time, sadly, but I did find their logo on the internet.
Sadly, I bet they're way more boring than one might hope.
That wasn't too bad. Vanderpool was so freaked out he reminded me of that French guy Hopkins fought a while back. The most impressive thing about the evening was the bomb Pacquaio landed. I can't remember the last guy I saw so out on his feet before.