Posted 01 November 2005 - 10:42 AM
This B-Head fan club may signal the end of the Butthead era. This may come under the heading of the be-careful-what-you-ask-for syndrome. All his life Butthead has dreamed of having fans. The adulation. The respect. The schwagg. The product endorsements. The sexual favors.
But now he's married with a regular job, an SUV and a dog. Yes, I know this doesn't square with his punk-rocker image and knick-name, and I know that reading this may be sending some teenage boys to window ledges to throw themselves out. And I'm sorry about that, but I have a feeling that Butthead's fans will be throwing themselves out of windows on the first story, so it won't be all that bad.
Also, this fan club thing will undoubtedly affect his quickness. He'll experience a feeling he doesn't deal well with--self-conscious thought. Now his leg shave will have to be at least as good as the show pony's, his facial expressions will have to be as good as Jelly roll's and never show any pain or anguish even when Ryan P's butt is level with his face during a last-lap bunny hop.
Worst of all--now he'll be forced to have cosmetic surgery on his cankles. All of these trappings of fame equal time off the bike. First Lance, now Butthead. It's true that all good things must end. Butthead, we hardly knew ye.