You're With Me, Leather. . . The Sequel

I hunted through the archives for the original "You're With Me, Leather" thread where the kid tells the story of punking our favorite ESPN announcer at the NFL Draft, but I couldn't find it to add this story.

I am watching Las Vegas (the show, not the town) on Friday and Vanessa Marcil's character (Sam) is running around the country with a mob leg-breaker, trying to get money from people who skipped out on notes held by the hotel she works for.

She heads to the bar where a guy buys her a drink, to which she responds (something like): "You think I'm sitting here waiting for you to buy me a drink? You think I need you to buy me a drink? That I want to talk to you or have sex with you?"

The guy is stunned, at which time the leg-breaker appears and says to Sam (who is dressed like the original girl in the story), "You're with me, leather."

Classic. I howled for about five minutes.

 

I think I might be the only one in cyberspace who finds "leather" to be totally unfunny. There's no way Chris Berman pulls good-looking tail. Just no way.

 

If Henry Kissinger can get primo tail, so can Ethel Berman.

 

I've got a feeling of leather! [/Mer, err, Berman]

 

I'm sure we've all seen these for sale?

http://shop.gawker.com/cgi-bin/shopper.cgi?preadd=action&key=DST01

 

Yeah, there is.

There's a lot of good-looking ass that will fall all over itself to bag a guy with money, no matter how big an asshat he is.