So, how to tell you about me in a format which can never come close to showing you the full depth and breadth of the amazing phenomenon that is me?
I'll start with something actually serious; I hate the phrase "You complete me" or any variant of it. Can NOT stand it. I'd rather find a complement. I'm already complete. And you should be, too. Another way to look at is is that I don't want to be needed but I need to be wanted.
I'm teaching myself to play harmonica. Sounds simple, but I quickly discovered there's a lot more to it than the actual ability to blow a note. Bends, overblows, overdraws, and that's all before you start using a mic and an amp.
I think Michael Buffer has the perfect job. Wear a tux a few times a year, introduce some guys, yell a catch-phrase, and cash the check.
Nobody can rock Daisy Dukes like I can.
Seeing me naked cures webbed knees, spontaneous eyebrows, and exoskeleton. There is scientific evidence to back this up.
I'm a recovering goatee-wearer, but I've been goatee-free for a while now. I go to my GA meetings weekly. I still scratch my chin, but that's just a stress reliever.
I am into fitness. Not as much as I'd like, at this point, but when it's going like I want, I run, swim, bike, lift weights, and often throw in different stuff just to break it up a bit. I try and take an overall approach rather than focusing on a particular discipline. Saying that, I am fully aware I'm much more suited for some things more than others.
I have superninja-like skills. All that means is I like wearing pajamas everywhere I go.
I taught Andy Dick everything he knows.
I hate cereal that floats. Seriously...I hate chasing around that last Cheerio or whatever with my spoon.
It should be obvious that I'm really popular on WoW,
Cheesecake, yo. Cheesecake.
All things considered, I'd rather be in the Cook Islands. Or the Maldives.