Must go with Johnny. I was 11 when it finally made it over to Ireland. I thought he was the coolest thing ever (even moreso than the Fonz).
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
When the show first aired = Andy; I was in elementary school and he seemed the least “threatening” I guess.
When I first saw it in syndication = Johnny; The fact that he went after Bailey was a delightful twist to me, a nerdy chick in high school/college at the time.
Now = Venus; He’s cool, he’s smart, he’s funny, and of course, he’s teh sex.
Venus. No contest.
Andy or Johnny, either one. (What can I say, I have more than one side to my personality.)
While forcing Andy to prance around naked, I’d be drinking a beer with Johnny and discussing music with Venus.
What? No write-in votes for Bucky Dornster?
Oooh. Johnny! Yep, that’s who I’d choose. But then I might just have a thing for older, slightly graying, womanizing disc jockeys. I worked with a guy in my first radio job who was a real life Dr. Johnny Fever. I had a thing for him to.
Johnny or Venus mmmmmmm
Jennifer, before the breast reduction surgery. Natch.
or Venus (if he used his DJ voice)
Bailey, if she’s prepared.
Andy! Andy! Andy!
Definitely something along those lines. Andy was best to look at, Johnny the best to party with, and Venus the best to have a conversation with.
Ooh – subtle Batman humor there, JT.
I’ve been online for a number of years now.
In my wanderings, I’ve seen…things. Oily, foul-smelling perversions that stain the mind and debase the soul. Paintings… photographs… thoughts… practices… hairstyles…a kaleidoscope of the human animal at its most base.
It is for this reason that I* know … somewhere* in this community is a woman or man who…in their darkest moments…in their most frantic and shameful nightmares…
Please don’t disappoint me.
Bailey and Venus.
But not at the same time.