Getting complimented always feels good. I mean, seriously, who doesn’t like having someone tell them they rule, or are pretty (yes, even men like to be called pretty even though none will ever admit it) or anything of that sort. But being compared to an all-star, or famous influential person…well. You’ve essentially just been given the Nobel Peace Prize of compliments.
For example:
Phil Villarreal: Are you a football fan?
Mikey: Yep. Eagles fan.
Phil Villarreal: Remember Bo Jackson?
Mikey: Yea.
Phil Villarreal: That’s what you’re doing. You are on one of Bo’s incredible runs.
Mikey: Hahaha. Let’s hope I can ride this shit as hard as possible then.
Phil Villarreal: Run Bosworth’s ass over at the goaline.
FTW. Seriously. This is probably absolutely pointless to you, but to me? I’m pretty sure it’s awesome. Mike Barclay = Bo Jackson. And don’t you ever question it.
He said I was the Joe Montana of women. I think I see a pattern here.
@Ashley Mr. Barclay took it the wrong way. I meant he’ll break his hip against the Bengals and become a reclusive farmer.
SHIT! Well that changes everything. I’m going to maintain that it was a compliment though, and boost my own ego.
This is what goes on in my head. And I like it here.
I've read two posts and you've already mentioned two of my fave online people.. Phil and Nicole. Despite the fact that your site is by definition 5x better than mine, I think we're going to be friends.
I'm going with Phil on this one. I think Mr. Barclay as a farmer would be one of THE best things to see in a lifetime…