My karma ran over your dogma: Welcome to the Island: You Know, That Guy

Everyone knows the marquee name movie stars: Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Will Smith, etc. But you also have "that guy." He seems to be in every third movie made but you never know the guy's name. And generally, that guy, is a better actor than the top billed star, stealing most scenes. So as Roadtripper and I salute "that guy", I present you with:

His name, I honestly don't remember right now, and besides Lost is on. But you probably remember him from Prison Break, The Longest Yard, Armageddon, and many other movies. Usually playing a dickhead. So why do I want him on the island? There is just something about "that guy." Welcome to the island, maybe with enough practice, you will become something more than that guy.

The User's Manual

Bad Wolf and Roadtripper8 have been friends since their college days at Purdue University. Bad Wolf was the studious quiet one while Roadtripper was the party girl. They bonded over a mutual love of the X-Files. The friendship was solidified a few months later when they threw themselves out of a perfectly good airplane. Life over the past 11 years has led Bad Wolf to find her voice... and she hasn't stopped talking since. Roadtripper is a little less likely to start a bar fight these days.

Bad Wolf is a Beatles fanatic who is feeling blue in Elvis-crazy Memphis. You can often find her stomping around in 4 inch heeled boots, wearing heavy vintage coats despite 80 degree heat and bursting in to off-key song whenever she feels like it. She takes being called a snob as a compliment. Bad Wolf serves in the US Navy, and will probably punch you if you start singing the Village People's "In The Navy".

Bad Wolf Likes: English pubs, bumper stickers, carbs, Harry Potter, guys with blonde hair, peacocks, Sephora, hard cider, Dr. Who, her dad's home cooking, the BBC, the Indianapolis Colts

Bad Wolf Hates: tomatoes, roses, flat shoes, FOX news, hip-hop music (unless she is drunk on the dance floor), skinny jeans, Diet Coke, playing pool

Roadtripper8 recently downshifted in life and relocated from the hustle of the DC metro to a quiet coastal town in North Carolina. An Army veteran and analyst for the defense industry, she spends most of her day listening to co-workers tell BS war stories and trying not to gouge her own eyeballs out. To relieve stress, she cruises the aisles of her local Target, frequents bad karoake bars and clings to the belief that Bloody Marys can solve anything. She was born on the cusp of Leo and Virgo which just means she gets to pick whichever horoscope sounds best for the day and can't make up her mind if she wants to be a blonde or redhead.

Roadtripper Likes: Twizzlers, Bravo reality TV shows, pugs, high thread count sheets, boxed wine, honeysuckle, argyle, stuffy period pieces, the beach, sushi, Mad Men, tarot cards

Roadtripper Hates: non-smoking sections, traffic, carrot cake, pina coladas, the Christian Right, pukka shell necklaces, kids who wear Wheelies, patchouli, pickles, Disney movies

My karma ran over your dogma

3/4/09

Welcome to the Island: You Know, That Guy

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