And it's time to get this party started.

How do you know which team you prefer? Personally, I think I was born this way.

Today, feeling particularly proud, I wore my brightly colored socks and matching undershirt, and vowed not to let the disrespect from fellow Pennsylvanians get in my way. Some are much more obvious, but I definitely wouldn't consider myself a "hundred footer."

I'm sure many have questioned. And as I sit here, watching people like myself on television and hoping the neighbors don't hear, it has gone on too long. I'm going to call my mom and tell her. I like the Mets.

Disclaimer: I wrote this before they lost due to walking a run in during the 10th inning. Now I'm questioning. And why did the Mets get a pitcher with the last name "Putz?" Really, guys. Sometimes I think we set ourselves back.

Caption Contest

Congrats, it grew back!

The Goldenest

Bea Arthur passed away today, at the age of 86. Cheesecake shots around.

A++!

"Valued."
"Awesome!"
"Wonderful!"
"Great communication!"

My greatest compliments have been received via the Internet. Thanks, eBay.

Well, if you insist...

4.0, 0.4?

Last semester I got paid to take notes for other people.




These aren't those.

I hate this guy.

This isn't actually him. He's usually wearing a tan hat. He has about 417 different vehicles, which he will strategically place in front of you at the most inopportune time. He looks out the left window while driving no more than 24 miles per hour. Since he pays zero attention to the road, it would probably explain that he is dead, which is why I cannot obtain a more realistic photograph.

Just say the words "Yes, I'm going to make it on time!"
or "Today is a great day for driving."
or "I love my life."

and he will be there.