“Hi. I’m Ridge Forrester.

“You might remember me as the, ahem, young fashion magnate from the reality show The Bold & The Beautiful, a decadent half-hour of dead-on documentary honesty about the dog-eat-dog fashion industry and the sex-crazed people who run it from their lush offices in L.A. while their wives die and then come back to life a few times. I am rather sure I represent the ‘beautiful’ side of things on this docudrama, what with my chiseled cheeks and the daring bandanna that’s cutting off my oxygen supply. I mean, I’ve married eight times, seven of them to the same two women (hey, I’m consistent! And loyal… ish!), so I must be pretty foxy, right? Especially since I’m still with one of them even though I inadvertently raped her last year, which… look, it happens, okay? Sometimes you trip and fall, and in it goes, and, well, awkward! But we’re fine now, and I’m ensuring us a happy ending by previewing here my newest collection, which is going to make us millions of pennies. It’s called Lounge Lizard. We’re targeting karaoke competitions and a few off-strip Las Vegas casinos, as well as any place that has a hot dog stand inside, like most mini-golf venues, because you can spill all the toppings on some of these shirts — like mine! — and no one will ever notice. So don’t worry about ol’ Ridge Forrester, Fickle Love Whore, because I have got it ALL under control. I am young, SO VERY YOUNG, and I’m in love with the blonde one, or at least I think that’s the one, and I’m about to slither around on top of a grand piano singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You.’ Life is perfect.”
The Fug and the Fugliful
“Hi. I’m Ridge Forrester.
“You might remember me as the, ahem, young fashion magnate from the reality show The Bold & The Beautiful, a decadent half-hour of dead-on documentary honesty about the dog-eat-dog fashion industry and the sex-crazed people who run it from their lush offices in L.A. while their wives die and then come back to life a few times. I am rather sure I represent the ‘beautiful’ side of things on this docudrama, what with my chiseled cheeks and the daring bandanna that’s cutting off my oxygen supply. I mean, I’ve married eight times, seven of them to the same two women (hey, I’m consistent! And loyal… ish!), so I must be pretty foxy, right? Especially since I’m still with one of them even though I inadvertently raped her last year, which… look, it happens, okay? Sometimes you trip and fall, and in it goes, and, well, awkward! But we’re fine now, and I’m ensuring us a happy ending by previewing here my newest collection, which is going to make us millions of pennies. It’s called Lounge Lizard. We’re targeting karaoke competitions and a few off-strip Las Vegas casinos, as well as any place that has a hot dog stand inside, like most mini-golf venues, because you can spill all the toppings on some of these shirts — like mine! — and no one will ever notice. So don’t worry about ol’ Ridge Forrester, Fickle Love Whore, because I have got it ALL under control. I am young, SO VERY YOUNG, and I’m in love with the blonde one, or at least I think that’s the one, and I’m about to slither around on top of a grand piano singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You.’ Life is perfect.”
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