As you know, I am short. Just scraped the five foot mark and stopped growing. It would appear that my pituitary gland is an underachiever. I do, however, own a nice pair of what Barry would call “sweater puppets.” Some men are leg men and others are boob men. With a pair of stubs, I am ill-equipped to turn the head of a long-pair-of-stems seeker. Thankfully, based on many of Barry’s Storage Wars comments, it would appear that he is the latter–a fan of fried eggs, flesh bulbs, fun bags…you get the picture.
He has admired the psychic’s stack, Mrs. Dotson’s double D’s, and Brandi’s Bra Buddies. Surely, my jolly jigglers would also capture his eye. And his imagination. (My husband just rolled his eyes. He finds my Barry crush entertaining–almost as entertaining as my aforementioned boobs).
Barry recently found himself surrounded by a heaving herd of headlights–the Hooters kind. Yes, only Barry could steal the spotlight from the tightly shirted, short skirted Hooter girls. Check out this video to see the suave Mr. Weiss in action for yourself…
Barry and the Hooter Girls
Amber Alert: If you see this man hanging around this blog, contact me immediately.
Check out my latest mental musing at The Embiggens Project http://theembiggensproject.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/crispy-crunchy-cockroaches-great-neighbours-great-food/.
I love strange-looking cars. Um, perhaps not “Gremlin-strange”–that was just an all-round bad look. The Aztec was strange, but deplorable. Perhaps, “strange” isn’t the word I am going for. How about “quirky?” That’s a good word. Strange, but in a fun way. The HHR is strange (and ugly), but not quirky. It gives me the hives.
The Citroen DS, for example, is …um…quirky. Strange in a good way. I love it. The Barracuda’s bubble back window=cool. The Datsun Fairlady is strange and cute, which equates to quirky. My grandfather had a fastback Dodge Charger when I was a kid–in a copper penny colour. Loved that car. Again, quirky.
I actually drove around in the back seat of this thing without throwing up. Fond memories.
Barry Weiss’s DecoLiner is a prime example of “strange” in a good way. It’s shiny, bulbous (round always seems to be a good look for a car–unless you’re a Pacer), and really makes the driver feel like “King of the Road.” Plus, you get the thrill of grazing the top of your scalp on highway underpasses.
Here is an interview with the man who created this automotive wonder…
And, here is Captain Barry Weiss and Brandi Passante eating burritos in his new beast…