(Does anybody know who this person is?)
I'm happy, for you see, I've finally gotten a chance to rock out with the public. That's right, me and two friends is gonna play at a birthday party on Friday, and so long as we don't get pneumonia or bonus eruptus (a serious disease where the skeleton jumps out of the body), it'll be way awesome. I'll probably record it in some way, so that my posterity will know of my ability to lay down a solid groove.
I am the possessor of an Indiana Jones lunchbox. The fact that I've never really seen the movies doesn't deter anybody and everybody from saying "hey cool lunchbox dood!! hyuk hyuk hyuk!!" Personally, I wish they wouldn't. Is not a man greater than his lunchbox? And if we must compare the relative value of a man's possessions to the man himself, they could say "I like your stupid shirt that says 'World's Greatest Grandpa,' loser!"
Actually, they shouldn't say that either.
