As a hook it certainly works better than the other emails I get, the ones whose subject line is “Dear ,”. Yes, you read that right. They can’t even be arsed to extrapolate my real actual name which is probably invisibly appended to all my email data somehow anyway without me knowing. They just address me as Dear comma. How insulting. Such emails get maliciously deleted without my interest being pricked even in the slightest.
But no risk Natalie Portman...
Now that is tempting.
But what does it mean?
Are they offering me unfettered access to Natalie Portman without danger of her security gurus ventilating me with their full metal jacket slugs or tasering my testicles to the point where I ejaculate DC current? And if that is indeed the case what are the precise parameters of the access? Am I being permitted access to her undoubtedly beautiful mind and intellect or just her naked, ripe, physically-pulsing-with-vitality body?
Because much as a platonic discussion about the acting profession over a Costa latte would undoubtedly be edifying for us both I’ll take the body.
I’m a red blooded male after all. What do you expect?
And apparently it’s no risk. So I’m presuming she’s going to handle the contraception side of things and is also as clean as a whistle down there at the interactive, fully immersive, game playing end. And I take it there’ll be no unpleasant comeback either (no, that isn’t a euphemism – dirty!) – no public criticisms of my performance or selling my bedroom secrets to some scurrilous tabloid. We’re going to have a contract and everything; be nice to each other and then be nice to each other in the post-coital niceness stage as well. No mugging each other in the press. No exposés. The wife need never know. Nor my mother. Nor you. Just me and Nat sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
All safe as houses.
Except there must be some risk, mustn’t there? If you stop and think about it. I can’t be the only person getting this scintillating offer of unbridled passionate access to Natalie Portman. I bet they’ve sent hundreds of those emails out. Thousands. God. It’s no wonder we haven’t seen Ms Portman in a film for ages – she’s permanently entertaining email recipients who want to enjoy no risk adult fun with her. Well, all that no risk adult fun greatly increases the chances of risk, doesn’t it? It’s like a pyramid scheme of jeopardy. Stands to reason. Even if she showered after every rendezvous that’s a lot of, you know, bacterial risk build-up.
But maybe that’s the marketing scam behind the email? Some commercial deal with an industrial condom manufacturer? Or penicillin?
Hmm. Suddenly my pleasant evening in a love hotel with the brunette starlet is looking less attractive. The odds are suddenly stacking up away from no risk and into considerable risk. And that’s before we get into the increased chances of bumping into one or two of the other no-risk-love-jockeys either on their way to or on their way from their own private Natalie Portman assignation. That would be awkward. What if one of them was your dad? Or your boss? Your excuse of being off work with flu would hardly be validated by that experience. So now, not only are you risking an STD but also the sack. Great. Cheers, Nat. You’d have to be out of this bloody world to risk all that.
You know what? The more I think about all this the more I think this whole offer is a load of absolute rubbish. No risk? They can’t possibly substantiate that.
I think I’ll stick with the wife.
I’m not even going to think about the No Risk Oprah Winfrey email.
Mz portman's head on some bimbo's boobies
That's what it means
John: I am now imagining Natalie Portman's head on an immense pair of breasts - no legs or feet, just breasts - and trying to work out why the thought of it doesn't offend me more.
ROFL! I wish I had that email, I'd take them up on it risk or no risk ;)
Livi: oi! I think you'll find there's a queueing system in operation here!
There's obviously no risk in fantasizing about Natalie Portman and cracking one off. Well, there's the risk of looking like a jackass if someone catches you in the act, but that shouldn't be an overwhelming disaster in your case.
Gorilla Bananas: I'd welcome the corroborative proof of my ongoing virility.
Natalie may be pretty but Oprah is all woman....one mans trash is another mans treasure etc.,
Libby: glad you didn't conclude with beggars can't be choosers...
Think I'll stick with the wife. Damned by those six small words.
Natalie Portman: wasn't she the really hot bit in "V fore Vendetta"?
Portman, it'll not be the first time I've debauched myself in her honour...and I don't care who knows it...
Marginalia: so glad you didn't confuse her with Hugo Weaving.
Löst Jimmy: have one on me, my friend (though not literally).
Did I mention I had an e-mail from Kofi Annan the other day ?
Him and Nats must be in cahoots.
Keith: that's a video I do not want to see.
Gorilla," Cracking one off". An expression I'm not familiar with. Something to do with cracking one's nuts over the Christmas period? A family treat perhaps?
Marginalia: I believe it's something akin to a "left-hand shandy" but I have no idea what that is either and the barman at my local pub just laughs at me when I ask him about it.
It offends me!
John: for that I apologize. I'm such a big tit sometimes...
I must be overworked, for all I am now obsessing over is the fact that somewhere out there by now some idjit parents have named their child Comma. The Dear comma thing... it's just a case of mistaken identity, surely.
Being Me: could be worse... it could have been "colon"...
There you go - dreamer with feet on the ground! taking a leaf out of your book... eeerm, blog. :)x
Hannah: yup - it is my curse to pull apart every dream...!
Lance Armstrong replied to the No Risk Oprah Winfrey email, and look where it got him.
Rol: on yer bike, sunshine!
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