That third one looks like you pasted the head on. Ha ha.Nice bod on #1, but he doesn't really do it for me. (*gasp* Don't hate me!)Kat
He was so yummy. I'm going to go out and buy some spaghetti sauce now so I can feel like I am at one with his soul.
Oh Kat I won't hate you-- that just means we won't have to fight over him.Andrea "hi" :) He is yummy although (if I had had the time machine and hadn't met my husband yet) I'd rather eat whipped cream off his abs than spaghetti sauce. Oh my goodness did I say that out loud?
it's hard not to admire Paul Newman for putting his money to work in such productive ways, such as his Newman's Own line--high quality stuff and the proceeds go to good causes... very smart.
He was something.......
If you had seen his early picture, would his dignity have survived intact?Here's a Paul Newman Story for you.Paul NewmanA Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a smallnew England town where Paul Newman and his family oftenvisited.One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a longwalk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treatherself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hoppedin the car, drove to the center of the village, and wentstraight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman,sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contactwith those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor noddedgraciously, and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. Pullyourself together! she chided herself. You're a happilymarried woman with three children; you're forty-five yearsold, not a teenager! The clerk filled her order, and shetook the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand andher change in the other. Then she went out the door,avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction. When shereached her car, she realized that she had a handful ofchange but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice creamcone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop shewent, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand orin a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream conewas in sight. With that, she happened to look over at PaulNewman.His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and hesaid to the woman: "You put it in your purse."
I can completely relate to that woman's story. I think I would've giggled something incoherent about ice cream and fainted with my face landing in the fudge stripe.I shook his hand on that day. I was only sixteen so he must've been close to sixty at the time. While the overall effect was more paternal, those eyes were still captivating.
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