It’s finally happened – Steven Spielberg is making a Tintin movie. Backoff bitches, the role is mine! Observe:
And that’s on a bad hair day. With a little Gumption™ and a few hours in makeup, I can have that cowlick hairstyle standing three, maybe four inches high. You know how to contact me.
(Alright, I’m kidding here – but I have loved Tintin ever since I was a kid. Growing up, a red-headed boy only had him and Danny Dunn to look up to as red-headed role models. Well, at least until Ron Weasley came along, but I’m not sure he sets the right example for the rest of us “gingers”.)