Last night, I went to the EchoPlex for a mashup-type show, starring a bunch of vaguely familiar-looking internet people. As we moved through the crowd, we came across one in particular. He was a burly-ish Australian with a handlebar mustache who was bare-chested except for two star-shaped nipple pasties.
As he stopped to survey the dancers on stage (many of whom were male and semi-clad), he commented to my girlfriend “Man, they’re so smoking hot!” As she turned to ponder why he was talking to her, he remarked, totally deadpan, “Hey! You’re not my mom!” And sauntered off. It took me a few hours, but I put the mental pieces together and realized where I had seen him before:
