Please explain to me John Stamos. His ex-wife Rebecca Romijn also begs for a clarification of what the hell a John Stamos consists of.
For some reason I still had a VHS recording in my drawer of an old 2001 TV show "Thieves" back when I was ejaculating gysers over a hot Australian blonde number called Melissa George. But before erasing it I played it back, if only to assure myself that Stamos' thespian skills were not actually out of the Kevin Costner School of Wooden Acting. Sadly, Michelangelo's David has turned in better performances.
The conclusion of this particular episode found Stamos in a fountain searching for a rare coin (note: three coins in a fountain) while his villanous dastardly (and bad) Italian father is being held at gunpoint on a balcony by his partner Milissa George in a nipple-clinging black Versace. For eight previous episodes the sexual tension between the two was supposed to be simmering to a head. In a calculated gamble at the last moment, the Italian father turns away from Melissa, hands still in the air.
"You know he loves you."
Melissa George, now overcome with emotion stutters, "what...how?"
(Walking away) "Because I know...I'm his Father."
All thoughts of plugging the escaped fugitive father with a 38 Smith & Wesson leave her. He loves me! She turns to look at Stamos in the fountain just as he successfully retrives the lost coin. A soundtrack of Tosca's
Recondita Armonia blares
ah! il mio solo pensier si tu, Tosca, sei tu! Women are suppose to love this slop. He loves me....hmm, I wonder how many inches he's packing in those soggy trousers?
However in John Stamos's case, an entire third leg wouldn't help.