Just when I was about to tell him he was crazy, I looked over at her and saw the resemblance myself (check it out. crazy, right?). I was like "Whoa! You're right, she IS hot!" (Which is also when I realized it would probably be best if Grant drove home).
Seriously, check it. From the hair right down to the glasses, he's got it down! Even the man himself gives Fatty a "thumbs up" for his flawless impression.
Here's the side by side comparison: The real Ross Martin's on the left and the Ogrified Ross Martin is on the right. If you squint a little, you almost can't tell who's who! Hahahah.
...a huge Cretan man that looked like a bizarro "Ogre Version" of our good friend Ross Martin. Not willing to let him escape undocumented, we dispatched Chris (who speaks fluent Greek) to tell the giant Ross-Ogre (R'ogre, if you will) that he looked just like a friend of ours and would he mind posing for a picture. There was an uncomfortably long pause as he pondered our request (which I spent fearing he was about to crush all of our heads like grapes) but instead he gave a polite nod and posed for this fantastic pic.
So this is a picture of the now defunct British band, Kula Shakur. People in the past had told me that I looked a lot like their singer, Crispian Mills (the guy in the left in the pic). Anyway, an hour and a half into the afterparty, this really drunk short guy stumbles up to me and in a super thick Essex accent is like "Oi! Crispian! 'Ow the fuck you behn, mate?" So I very politely told him "I think you've got me mixed up with somebody else." Upon hearing my American accent, which he thought I was feigning he laughed and told me "Ha! That's a fucking great accent. Really great. So seriously, how've you been?" At this point, Charlene came over and told him that I wasn't who he thought I was. He got all embarrassed and walked off really quickly. After he left, Charlene was like "Do you know who that was?"
...and his friend Johann (who you might recognize from the Bizarro Me entry). I was so glad to finally meet this guy. For the last year or so, not a month would pass without someone walking up to me in a dimly lit bar and thinking I was this guy.
The first is Billy Zabka. You know, the guy who played Sweep the Leg Johnny in the Karate Kid (as well as the bad guy in like 20 other eighties movies including "Just One of the Guys" and "Back to School."
And the other celebrity people always tell me I look just like is....
So a few weeks later, a different girl writes me an email and tells me that she was had been out in New York City with her friend a few weeks earlier and he was approached by two people that told him they loved his website. He was like "Um, I don't have a website." So they told him about my site and that he should check it out because of the uncanny resemblance. So she checked out my site, got my email and sent me these of pics of him. Scary.
And here's the elusive Johann. People have been mistaken me around NYC for this guy for months. I finally got introduced to him by a mutual friend and managed to get this pic.
Hanging on the wall in the diner was a group of framed pics which contained a picture of a guy that I thought might have been my Uncle Stephen (the guy on the left). So I took a picture of it and emailed it to my Aunt Cathy, but it turned out not to be him.
My brother always gets shit because he looks, walks, talks and acts like a little Mini-Me version of my dad. I tried to snap a sneaky picture of them watching TV together while eating matching sandwiches and wearing matching white shirts and blue baseball hats, but I started laughing right before the cam went off and gave Brett time to flip me the bird. They look like the goddamned Bobsie Twins though, right?
How about this - using my masterful Photoshop skills I'll bring Pierre into the pic for comparison's sake. (And check out the background: I'll even throw in a little Tony Meyer magic for good measure). Do these guys look like brothers or what?
We thought that x and y looked like brothers so we made them sit next to each other for this pic. In addition to looking like y, x also bears a striking rememblance to my friend Pierre.
So we're in the back of the bar and we see this guy (Scott Weinstein) who totally looks like a bizarro version of our friend Dave Fateman. (Click here to launch the comparison window).
I retaliated with this drawing that pretty much upset Grant for the rest of the night. ("I don't really look like that, do I? Dude! C'mon! Seriously, I don't look like that, right?")
After dinner, we went over to EAR bar to have a drink and kill some time before heading over to TISWAS at Don Hill's. They have paper tablecloths and crayons so that everybody can draw funny pictures of each other. Here's Grant's drawing of me. Hahaha.