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My Coolest Years is quite possibly the best show ever produced. It's not everyday you flip through the channels and find Omahyra talking about sticking a plastic daisy necklace into her panties on a shoplifting spree. Their first season featured me and Kyle discussing at length the fine art of concealing a boner during class. This is television at its finest, ladies and gentlemen. VH1 hired us as commentators on another few programming blocks and it's an okay gig. We don't even have to drop trou to get a paycheck, something completely foreign to either of us. We're probably not as funny as the Modern Humorist or as cute as Miss Info, but we try and I think they like us.
I haven't really had much to say at all lately and it's attributed mostly to a lack of work and an abundance of free time to do nothing. This nothing has been put into immediate practice and more often than not I'm replaying Desperate Housewives or Real World: Philadelphia on TiVo. Now with Kyle around I've got a little more of a reason to go outside. This weekend we did our community service by doing our yardwork with no shirts on and letting any passersby gawk and stare. Beautifying our sector of the neighborhood is no daunting task and we enjoy the attention as much as we enjoy getting a nice spring tan. We may spend the remainder of today evening the color out with a nice pantsless poolside bake in the backyard. Our nosy neighbors are out of town for the week so they aren't getting their boundary violating peepshow today. No sir.
I'm anxiously awaiting Adriana's return to my favorite coast but since she's out there cheating on me with funny short men in ugly hats I have every mind to piece her out. I couldn't do that, though. I still owe her money from poker night.
I haven't really had much to say at all lately and it's attributed mostly to a lack of work and an abundance of free time to do nothing. This nothing has been put into immediate practice and more often than not I'm replaying Desperate Housewives or Real World: Philadelphia on TiVo. Now with Kyle around I've got a little more of a reason to go outside. This weekend we did our community service by doing our yardwork with no shirts on and letting any passersby gawk and stare. Beautifying our sector of the neighborhood is no daunting task and we enjoy the attention as much as we enjoy getting a nice spring tan. We may spend the remainder of today evening the color out with a nice pantsless poolside bake in the backyard. Our nosy neighbors are out of town for the week so they aren't getting their boundary violating peepshow today. No sir.
I'm anxiously awaiting Adriana's return to my favorite coast but since she's out there cheating on me with funny short men in ugly hats I have every mind to piece her out. I couldn't do that, though. I still owe her money from poker night.