"When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the Earth down."
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I look like Chuck Norris.
I was in Verona last year and I was mobbed by teenagers seeking to be near Chuck Norris. I told them I was not Chuck Norris. I showed them my passport that I was not Chuck Norris. They still wanted to take their picture with me. They still wanted my signature. "Do you want me to sign my name or Chuck Norris?" I asked. "Oh, Chuck Norris," they answered. Eighteen pictures and signtures later, they were very happy and my parents were very amused.
I was in Morocco in 1998. Deborah and I were hiking in the high Atlas mountains. I met shepherds who were living in caves. These Berbers literally lived in caves. Yet, they knew of Chuck Norris. They insisted on sharing some mint tea at their cave with Chuck Norris. My 7th grade French skills were sufficiently limited that I lacked to vocabulary to do anything other than to agree and to enjoy the tea.
In Dallas, I average a "Hey, has anyone told you that you look like Chuck Norris" about every day.
I got a Walker, Texas Ranger - style costume for Halloween. When I wear it, people no longer ask - they just assume.
On the plus side, there are far worse people to resemble. I feel much safer walking in unsavory locations because no one would want to mess with Chuck Norris.
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I look like Chuck Norris.
I was in Verona last year and I was mobbed by teenagers seeking to be near Chuck Norris. I told them I was not Chuck Norris. I showed them my passport that I was not Chuck Norris. They still wanted to take their picture with me. They still wanted my signature. "Do you want me to sign my name or Chuck Norris?" I asked. "Oh, Chuck Norris," they answered. Eighteen pictures and signtures later, they were very happy and my parents were very amused.
I was in Morocco in 1998. Deborah and I were hiking in the high Atlas mountains. I met shepherds who were living in caves. These Berbers literally lived in caves. Yet, they knew of Chuck Norris. They insisted on sharing some mint tea at their cave with Chuck Norris. My 7th grade French skills were sufficiently limited that I lacked to vocabulary to do anything other than to agree and to enjoy the tea.
In Dallas, I average a "Hey, has anyone told you that you look like Chuck Norris" about every day.
I got a Walker, Texas Ranger - style costume for Halloween. When I wear it, people no longer ask - they just assume.
On the plus side, there are far worse people to resemble. I feel much safer walking in unsavory locations because no one would want to mess with Chuck Norris.
For the readers of the Mind Flush who haven't seen me in a while, there is a picture at picasaweb.google.com/frippery2.
BTW, when we were in Verona, my parents had never heard of Chuck Norris.
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