Celebrity Sued for the Sexy
Justin Timberlake is being sued by a man who claims to have been “bringing sexy back” long before the pop singer’s enormous hit made it to the radio.
“These kids today think they can just make whatever claims they want,” said Esteban Phillipe, the self-proclaimed spokesman of sexy.
Originally from smoldering Argentina, but now based at his home in Bismarck, North Dakota, Phillipe alleges; softly and through locks of casually draped burnt sienna hair; that he has been either “bringing back sexy” or maintaining a “solid state of sexiness” for nearly 17 years this November.
“When I began in 1989” (he actually said that in Spanish as it sounds much sexier) “sexiness was at an all-time low. The ochentas (80’s) had brought many sexy antidotes such as jam shorts, jellies, and Vanilla Ice. I knew something had to be done.”
Esteban’s answers for this epidemic was to buy many types of lotions, cut off the top two buttons on all of his shirts, and grow out his hair so it could always look like he “just rolled out of bed.”
But by far the most important change he made was to buy his now saucy and infamous leather pants.
“I bought seven pairs,” he whispered, extending one arm to lean coolly against a maple tree. Or maybe it was an oak.
“One for every day of the week and a back-up pair just in case. I do not wear them on Sunday, as I determined long ago that sexiness must give God at least one day a week. And if I wear my pants to church women will think unholy things; la Virgen de Guadalupe would be very upset.”
Phillipe, an employee of Bismarck’s local hairnet factory since day one of his sexy crusade, has received many puzzled looks and raised eyebrow from his fellow workers or, as he call them, “confused unsexies.”
When asked about Esteban’s courageous efforts, coworkers replied with such inspired comments as “Who?” “Huh?” and “That guy is weird.”
Bill, his manager, said, “Who are you talking about? Oh, Steve. Yeah, why does his hair always look like he just rolled out of bed?”
“The guy wears leather pants to work everyday,” said Frank, a coworker. “Sometimes he even comes in with a wet, white T-shirt on for no reason. I’m not sure what he’s going for, but he looks like a cross between George Lopez and, well, Jesus.”
Despite the lack of support from some of his peers, Phillipe plans to follow-through with the lawsuit and perseveres with his daily routine of giving sly, sideways half-smile to women he doesn’t know, and standing on street corners flicking his hair back and forth.
“Just like my leather, I am not easily suede,” he said. “I feel like I’m going to punch you” I said.
“My sincere apologies” he continued over the noise of his leather pants rubbing together as he shifted positions like a cricket with, uh, leather legs.
“Do not cry for me, for as long as there are people who still dress like hair bands and wear hemp necklaces with trucker hats, I’ll be here in Bismarck fighting the good fight. In a sexy way.”
