Van Zandt's back on the air right now in all his mustached glory; he was actually on campus at Virginia Tech today, lending his two cents to the tragedy. He’s clearly had some highlights and a few tanning sessions since I last saw him on air. He strikes me as a bit naughty. Regardless of the horror of the topic, he always speaks with a lopsided half-grin, glinting mischievously at the camera like he's wearing lacy thigh highs under his suit. Even though he runs his own consulting company, Van Zandt spends most of his days lurking in the hallways at MSNBC, and if the opportunity arises to discuss a workplace shooter's rage or a horny school teacher's ill-placed desire, he pounces on it with relish. While he's waiting, he probably rummages through the MSNBC employee fridge, sniffing the contents of Tupperware containers, stealing fruit from Contessa Brewer. Then, when he leaves the Seacaucus studio each evening, he slicks up his mustache with man-grease and trolls Manhattan for dirty women.
18 April 2007
A Face Full of Clint Van Zandt: Part II
co Van Zandt's back on the air right now in all his mustached glory; he was actually on campus at Virginia Tech today, lending his two cents to the tragedy. He’s clearly had some highlights and a few tanning sessions since I last saw him on air. He strikes me as a bit naughty. Regardless of the horror of the topic, he always speaks with a lopsided half-grin, glinting mischievously at the camera like he's wearing lacy thigh highs under his suit. Even though he runs his own consulting company, Van Zandt spends most of his days lurking in the hallways at MSNBC, and if the opportunity arises to discuss a workplace shooter's rage or a horny school teacher's ill-placed desire, he pounces on it with relish. While he's waiting, he probably rummages through the MSNBC employee fridge, sniffing the contents of Tupperware containers, stealing fruit from Contessa Brewer. Then, when he leaves the Seacaucus studio each evening, he slicks up his mustache with man-grease and trolls Manhattan for dirty women.
Van Zandt's back on the air right now in all his mustached glory; he was actually on campus at Virginia Tech today, lending his two cents to the tragedy. He’s clearly had some highlights and a few tanning sessions since I last saw him on air. He strikes me as a bit naughty. Regardless of the horror of the topic, he always speaks with a lopsided half-grin, glinting mischievously at the camera like he's wearing lacy thigh highs under his suit. Even though he runs his own consulting company, Van Zandt spends most of his days lurking in the hallways at MSNBC, and if the opportunity arises to discuss a workplace shooter's rage or a horny school teacher's ill-placed desire, he pounces on it with relish. While he's waiting, he probably rummages through the MSNBC employee fridge, sniffing the contents of Tupperware containers, stealing fruit from Contessa Brewer. Then, when he leaves the Seacaucus studio each evening, he slicks up his mustache with man-grease and trolls Manhattan for dirty women.
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You need that trip to NY more than I thought....And, I need to crack open my wallet and upgrade my cable from basic for I had no idea who Cliff Van Zandt was until today. Always learning something new in the Pointy U.
I know, Cameo. I'm losing it over here. Let's get it on the calendar!
Kj, please explain man-grease?
I have no idea.
From the same family as man-oil, perhaps?
As in "AHN, fetch me my man-oil."--Robert B. to Code Red, London, Feb 2000.
Please note above comment: I'm losing it.
Cameo - remember that the 2nd floor of I Street is just OOZING with cable access and the door is always open for you (whether I'm home or not). 2 TVs equipped with the Digital Silver package and DVR - so you can rewind time and time again to get a high definition look of Van Zandt's mustache (no I do not have Skinemax Cameo).
I believe what you are talking about it mustache wax. Also used for covering eyebrows by stunning drag queens. So I've heard...
Could also be brylcreme (sp?)
Well, he's definitely lubing up that 'stache with something. It glistens.
Speaking of refrigerator rummaging...
A partner at a prestigous "Big 5" audit & tax firm where I was once employed was busted by the facilities manager for stealing tuna fish out of employees' lunches. Not the whole sandwich...just the tuna.
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