I’m just a gal, sitting at a computer, waiting for David Hyde Pierce to discover he loves me.
I’m sure he’ll realize we’re destined for each other any day now.
Right?
But until then, I’ll have to settle for amusing myself by setting you all loose on his thoughts.
The prize?
A $25 gift card to Michaels.
The rules?
Leave your suggestion for DHP’s thoughts in the comments – only one submission per person, please!
Entries will close at midnight, Eastern time.
Then I’ll choose my favorite based on hilarity, cleverness, spiritualism, references to ’80s Brat Pack movies, and spiciness.
Or maybe just whichever one takes my mind off the fact that I haven’t shaved in a few weeks, though I wear skirts to work every single day.
It’s not pretty,
Megan
What Was David Hyde Pierce Thinkin’?
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If I had known Megan was going to show up, I would’ve matched my hat and sweatshirt. Gaaah, she makes me so dadgum nervous.
Look at the size of her piece of paper – Seriously, how much does she think I’ll write?
“Do you think she can tell this is pleather, not leather? Oh, the shame!”
And I know the perfect place for us to get our pie: http://www.tootiepieco.com/. They have cafes around here and I’ve never had one, but my MIL got one for Christmas as a gift and says it’s fantastic.
I don’t think that Gas-X is working….
Man, my balls itch.
Is that mustachioed man checking out my ass while we take this picture? I better stand a little closer to this barricade just in case. Where is James Spader when you really need someone to creep another person away? Thank God I’ve got this Sharpie to protect me!
If she asks me to sign her boobs AGAIN, I’m going to hire a new publicist. And body guard.
“I am David Hyde Motherfracking Pierce and I don’t even get the excited face? Or at the very least a Fonzie point?”
If I file one more restraining order on this girl, I get a discount.
“Oh sweet, unrequited love. I’ve put on a Knight’s armor, what more must I do?”
Damn, biznatch, why don’tcha lean a little closer! Wait, what?
My Sharpie’s down here, and that damn thought bubble is up there. And I’m not movin’ any more than I have to.
“And, all this time I was sure I loved Daphne. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.”
“this girl smells like cheese…”
This could be true love . . . if only we batted for the same team.
ohhh…you went there!
but i think she could turn him =o)
Clearly.
I’m thinking Indian food for dinner.
I am actually a cardboard cutout of David Hyde Pierce, but most of these people are so drunk they can’t tell the difference.
SECURITY!!!!
“Please help. She has a gun hidden in her hair.”
Take the damn picture already. I really have to fart.
“So THIS is what love at first sight feels like! Alas, it’s not meant to be- I am happily married. I must never tell anyone my true feelings for Megan.”
“I really hope that cop doesn’t realize I took his hat.”
“Finally! After all these years I meet a celebrity with brains. I just never dreamed it’d be Jennifer Aniston. I wonder if there’s any chance she still has her millions? I’m tired of working. And hey, doesn’t she live next to Courteney Cox? Man, I could live my last days in bliss.”
So what if I’m wearing a pleather jacket, a crappy hoodie and acid-wash jeans? I’m David Hyde Pierce. I have my Sharpie. I came prepared! Where do I sign?
“Damn. I thought I’d fooled her with my ‘Dan’ disguise, but she still knew it was me. Next time I’ll go with ‘Ted’. That’ll shake her.”
Don’t make any sudden moves… I can feel the excited face just underneath the apparent calm and I do NOT want that sucker to surface!
“This is MY excited face.”
When you take into consideration how much I resemble Hugh Hefner, you’d think I’d be getting a lot more ass.
It figures I’d be photographed on the day when I couldn’t decide between a coat and a sweater.
I can’t do on demand captions, so I’m not even going to try. But I wonder if he’s behind those bars for protective reasons?
Where the hell did I leave my Metamucil?
“I finally get to meet this amazing, luminous, beautiful, witty blogger Megan. Must contain my excitement at all costs!”
I wish I could move my forehead then perhaps the officer over there would notice I was terrified. I AM A CELEBRITY.
Please hurry and take the picture, I think my face is frozen.
“When can I stop doing these stupid fan photos and find myself a girl with hairy legs to get lost with?”
Also, that guy with the mustache in the background is making me laugh.
“She must smell the Gruyere in my pocket.”
She couldn’t love me more if I took her diamond stud, put it in my ear, and whispered, “Wouldn’t I be excellent in that capacity?”
“I wonder if she would let me use my Sharpie to sign her hairy leg.”
I wanna be just like you. All I need is a lobotomy and some tights. Wait, don’t you know how popular I am? Get away from me. You look like you raided Barry Manilow’s wardrobe. Ha ha! Mess with the bull, ya get the horns.
D’oh! I could’ve had a V8.
“Maybe if I give her the ‘I just saw Maris naked face’ she”ll leave me alone…for good.”
“Cheeeeeeeeeeeeessssssseee”
“How much longer till the cops arrive?!”
I make this Sharpie look good…
I know I am too late for the photo caption contest, so I’m going to discuss your leg hairs. Have you considered cornrows?
You’re totally in a long-distance relationship with David Hyde Pierce. Not shaving your legs is one of the telltale signs of living apart from your love.
“My, what birthing hips you have.”
“I wonder if Megan would buy me dinner? I could really go for a steak.”
“These straight girls always be trippin’ for the DHP. Word.”
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