yes, you heard correctly, not only am i a spartan, with a body chiseled out of granite, the mind of the most wise philosophers, but i also cook a mean steak.

but, as my 300 watching warm-up, the boys and i partook in some Dance Dance Revolution Extreme dance-off.
what this really means, is that i danced by myself and looked like a jackass in front of some asian kids.
it was ridiculous how talented i was though, spinning, jumping, flailing, all to dave and boone’s chagrin.
as for the asian kids, i was very VERY sure that they’d never seen anything like it; the visual spectacle made them jealous and envious that a white boy could have mastered their game so well, and on his first try.
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my bro is a real hooker

ok, so i was recently daydreaming about a threesome with Shannyn Sossamon and my buddies girlfriend, when my douchebag brother Stephen decided it would be appropriate to come into my room and make commentary on everything i have in there.
anyways, i remember watching TLC once and this woman kept smelling burnt toast before having a seizure, so they chopped open her head and poked her brain and had numbers all over the different lobes, and they poked #27, and she smelled burnt toast, so they cut that chunk out, and voila. no more seizures.
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