Looks like my supposedly altruistic motives have been exposed for the shameless, attention whoring, headline grabbing base upon which my fragile psyche is built.
Now, to find a TV news crew and jump around in the background so I can look cool and impress my friends.
I’ll be the envy of family and friends when we’re watching the playoffs and I can say, “See the guy in the rainbow wig? Yeah, the one holding up the sign that says Cecil 1:16. I know him.”
Is that your belt or the equator?
You couch crevasse fondler!
Only if the Cubs manage to rack up about 20 wins in a row. Sigh.
Your smile looks like a spilled bag of CornNuts.