Chuck Norris.
Christy Brinkley.
Steve Guttenberg.
Wesley Snipes.
Wow.
And if your stellar "it" (circa 1987) line-up wasn't enough, watching Christy do her "favorite exercises" with their sexual undertones all the while knowing her sex-addict husband left her for another woman makes me feel icky.
And yet I watch...on a Friday night...reminded that I am home...and pathetic.
Damn you.
Love,
Me
PS - they list Wesley Snipes as an actor/martial artist. WTF?! Since when did he become either of those things?
