A couple of nights ago, Pat and I were watching TV at the Nortfort. We were flipping between “America’s Got Talent” and “Dateline: People Who Raise Monkeys as Children”.
When we flipped back to America’s Got Talent, they introduced this cute little boy named David. He was there to sing. They showed footage of him being supercute. "You Are Not Alone" by Michael Jackson started playing in the background. His mom talked about his autism. Then when the kid started talking, this happened:
Me: *gasp*
(Pat freezes)
Me: *cooing*
(Pat coughs and shifts uncomfortably)
Me: *gasp* aaaaaawwwwwwwwwohmygodohmygodawwwwww
Pat: Steph, I think I'm going to change the channel.
Me: What? Why?
Pat: You keep making those noises.
Me: Do you think I’ll make them LESS or MORE when you flip back to the monkeys dressed as babies?
Pat: …
Me: …
Pat: Wow. You’ve kind of got me there.
Me: See?
Pat: I'm actually stumped.
You will make that noise too (and possibly cry) when you watch the following clip.
And then – just like both of us – you will scream in horror when David Hasslehoff gives his vote. Watch him. WATCH THE HOFF. AGH.
You are evil for sharing that clip. Evil. But, to be fair, you did warn me
that I might cry. Oh, and the Hoff's a creep.