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Tonight I ran in pouring rain through Manhattan with a girl I barely knew and only met hours before. We were both in flip flops and I was too drunk to realize how soaked we were without looking at her. At one point, my flip flop kicked off my foot and landed a good distance in front of me. My right foot was bare on New York sidewalk for about 3 paces. Who knows what I stepped in. I love the rain. This sounds wildly exciting, but I'm not really selling the whole story. It sounds cooler to tell the story this way.
Oh yeah, and I almost met Bob Vila tonight. I didn't want to interrupt his conversation though. I was going to introduce myself as an aspiring do-it-yourself television show host.
In related news, I've decided I want to become the male Martha Stewart. This sounds fruity, but I think it will sell. Imagine Bobby Flay meets Bob Vila meets The Man Show. Grilling, DIY, sports, and laughs. I think it will make a great show.
Oh yeah, and I almost met Bob Vila tonight. I didn't want to interrupt his conversation though. I was going to introduce myself as an aspiring do-it-yourself television show host.
In related news, I've decided I want to become the male Martha Stewart. This sounds fruity, but I think it will sell. Imagine Bobby Flay meets Bob Vila meets The Man Show. Grilling, DIY, sports, and laughs. I think it will make a great show.