Ron Burgandy
narration There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV. This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news. And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Ron Burgundy was the balls.
Ron Burgandy: (looking at his reflection in the mirror) Mmmmm... I look good. I mean really good. Hey everyone... come and see how good I look.
Ron Burgandy
The BAlls
an man with a voice to sooth the savage beast, hair like a god, and suits so fine he makes sinatra look like a hobo.
an man with a voice to sooth the savage beast, hair like a god, and suits so fine he makes sinatra look like a hobo.
Most of my freinds talk like Ron Burgandy because he is The Balls
Ron Burgandy
The Balls
A man with a voice to sooth the savage beast, hair like a god, and suits so fine he makes Sinatra look like a hobo.
A man with a voice to sooth the savage beast, hair like a god, and suits so fine he makes Sinatra look like a hobo.
Like Ron Burgandy said, milk was a bad choice
Ron Burgandy
When a man gets an erection while sitting down then stands up only to have a large tent pitched in his pants that is quite noticable to other people in the immediate vicinity.
I was getting sleepy at work so I got a boner as I was dozing off when the boss called me and as I stood up he saw I had a Ron Burgandy.
ron burgandy
the best anchorman in the history of san deeyago, legendary and literate. Especially gifted in reading teleprompters
if I were Ron Burgandy I would say "hey everyone come look how good I look!" and people of every race, sex, and social class would swoon