BREAKING UPDATE ON THE GUY WHO RAN DOWN THE STREET NAKED TO IMPRESS THE WOMAN HE WANTS TO MARRY
Apparently, it worked.
(Thanks to Daniel)
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Apparently, it worked.
(Thanks to Daniel)
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If your FIRST instinct is not to say yes, maybe you shouldn't get married...
Posted by: 24-aholic | June 16, 2006 at 03:10 PM
Well we know the streaker is 28, because they said in the previous article. What's the big deal about marriage? Every married woman I've spoken to wishes they never did it. I'm sure they're husbands appreciated the comment.
Posted by: cyaneyed | June 16, 2006 at 03:18 PM
The woman said he suddenly had the idea to run down the street naked,
If this happens often, I'd advise against buying a home next to an elementary school.
Posted by: fivver | June 16, 2006 at 03:19 PM
"This has been hard." What has?
Posted by: angstly yours | June 16, 2006 at 03:20 PM
So...you can get a permit to carry a gun but streaking can still get you in trouble? Shel Silverstein was right...
"...They're afraid that you might grab it, if if gets within their reach,
And they won't let you show it at the beach!"
-Shel Silverstein, Songs & Stories
Posted by: CandyT | June 16, 2006 at 03:23 PM
For crying out loud! If you have to think that hard about it, don't do it! Cut the poor shlub loose and let him go find someone else.
Posted by: Straw | June 16, 2006 at 03:23 PM
*zips in*
ahhhhhhh...must...proofread...
Note to cyaneyed: their not they're
*zips out*
Posted by: CandyT | June 16, 2006 at 03:26 PM
Streaking was a lot simpler in the 60's.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | June 16, 2006 at 03:26 PM
those crazy Ann Arbor...eans...ealisans...etums...Michiganders.
Posted by: ASK, the CD&AC | June 16, 2006 at 03:35 PM
The couple also has been surprised at the attention the case has received. People from as far as Texas, London, Washington, D.C., and elsewhere have written, asking whether the woman planned to marry the streaker.
The power of the Dave Blog!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 16, 2006 at 03:39 PM
""Every married woman I've spoken to wishes they never did it.
Cyaneyed, perhaps you should ask more people. My wife would marry me again tomorrow, as I would her.
Dammit... now NOBODY is going to believe I'm a curmudgeon.
You can't hiiiiiiiiide
Your cyan eyes....
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | June 16, 2006 at 03:45 PM
I still believe in you, Lab.
Posted by: ASK, the CD&AC | June 16, 2006 at 03:50 PM
"because of the way he has handled events"
HAR
nuff sed
Posted by: CoastRaven | June 16, 2006 at 03:50 PM
You should not run with pointed objects in your hand. As a guy of the male gender, I can tell you he was.
Posted by: jazzzz | June 16, 2006 at 03:51 PM
Is this such a good idea? I mean, what if he chooses to solve all her future doubts in a similar manner? This could be a Darwin Award in the making.
Posted by: Glix | June 16, 2006 at 03:53 PM
I once ran down the street naked with a guy shootin' at me...but it was for an entirely different reason.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 03:58 PM
the rest of us Michiganders just call them A-squares
Posted by: ceeg22 | June 16, 2006 at 04:00 PM
blurk, you've picqued (piqued? peeked?) my curiosity. What was her name? Didn't you know she was married?
Posted by: random thunking | June 16, 2006 at 04:02 PM
rt,
For privacy (and safety) reasons I cannot reveal her name, but she wasn't married. It was her daddy doin' the shootin'.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 04:06 PM
Cripes, now every sad sack is going to try this.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | June 16, 2006 at 04:13 PM
If someone has to do this for ANY woman...she is not worth it.
Posted by: Musically Challenged | June 16, 2006 at 04:18 PM
Blurk: "daddy", "doin' shootin'", it had to be a shotgun, so how did he miss you, or did he?
Posted by: angstly yours | June 16, 2006 at 04:23 PM
Thankfully, he missed. That bein' said, he still managed to get his point across.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 04:26 PM
Good thing you ran. if not, you'd probly have to have married with a little prompting from Ol' Betsy.
Posted by: angstly yours | June 16, 2006 at 04:30 PM
Note to self #1: Only... ya know... with my wife.
Note to self #2: Buy a shot gun before my daughter is old enough to... ya know.
Posted by: random thunking | June 16, 2006 at 04:34 PM
Yeah, my daughter is about to turn 13. I just bought a new 12 gauge over-and-under. Hey, I know what I was like as a teenager.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 04:44 PM
My daughter is 19. I bought a miniture guillotine and kept in prominent displayed. No worries to now - that I know of.
Posted by: angstly yours | June 16, 2006 at 04:46 PM
MAybe this guy is related to Tom Cruise, withtout the couch, that is.
Posted by: Mikey | June 16, 2006 at 04:47 PM
I swear I am not making this up.
I have seven sisters. When they brought boys home dad would take a shotgun shell, write the boy's name on it and put it on the mantle.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 04:48 PM
What a great idea, blurk. Your daddy's a man after my own heart. Think I can start that now?
Posted by: angstly yours | June 16, 2006 at 04:51 PM
She should definitely marry him...think of the money they'd save on tux rental
Posted by: kj | June 16, 2006 at 04:53 PM
Angst,
Absolutely start now. Believe me, it has the desired effect.
Posted by: blurkernomore | June 16, 2006 at 04:55 PM
If she thinks this little stunt was really hard to deal with she won't last through the really bad times. Keep on running naked man...
Posted by: Mad Scientist | June 16, 2006 at 05:03 PM
Lab-
Yup, you're right. I now believe you're a curmudgeon.
HAR! I slay me! :)
Posted by: Nobody | June 16, 2006 at 05:08 PM
blurk, et al.,
When I was a teenager and dating, I had a very effective way of dealing with dates who became a little too...friendly. I would give him a quarter and tell him, "Go call my Dad; if it's okay with him, it's okay with me." It worked.
Posted by: DimWitte | June 16, 2006 at 05:38 PM
I guess she liked what she saw.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | June 16, 2006 at 10:06 PM