Until this morning it was a toss-up between this and this for my favorite Melina moment, but now I’m not so sure — mostly because of the potentially endless material that could result from this foray into the inevitably tragic and tacky…
Melina: Guess what the hubby’s getting me for my birthday?
Dirk: Fixed?
Melina (laughing): No, you dumbass — he’s getting me another tattoo!
Melina extended her capri-panted leg out from behind her desk to and used her index finger to draw a circle on the back of her calf where she’ll be getting “inked.”
Melina: Right here.
Dirk: Well nothing screams class and sophistication like a tattoo on a yeti’s calf. What are you getting — butterflies or another stick figure Jesus to match the one on your arm?
Melina: I’m getting a Grand Reaper.
Dirk: A what?
Melina: A Grand Reaper. The guy with the curved sword and the hood?
Dirk: Oh, right. The Grand Reaper. That’ll be all kinds of rockin’ awesome. And really professional.
Melina: I know.
As long as she wears long pants, nobody need fear her reaper…
She doesn’t, though, does she?
Dirk: Nope, it’s always capris or culottes…
By: Aaron on Thursday, May 28, 2009
at 1:45 pm
Well, it was either that or the Scroll and Crossbones.
Dirk says: …LOL@ Ed! Good one, buddy!
By: Ed on Thursday, May 28, 2009
at 2:39 pm
Good Lord, she’s not even close this time. Grim and grand are not easy to confuse.
By: Sarah on Thursday, May 28, 2009
at 3:18 pm
Is the Grand Reaper anything like the Grand Cherokee? Does it get better gas mileage?
By: javabear on Thursday, May 28, 2009
at 5:43 pm
I hope the Grand Reaper’s in a good mood when he comes for me, not all grim and shit.
By: Jer on Friday, May 29, 2009
at 11:24 am