MC Chew.
I emceed my friend's wedding. It gave me a chance to showcase my radio voice and gameshow hosting skills.
I think I did a good job. Someone asked if they could hire me for their wedding...and she wasn't even engaged.
When I did the Wedding Party introductions, I pretended I was Michael Buffer entering the wrestling ring.
I made a "Step Up 3" reference in my intro but only because I mentioned that the groom was in the movie with me. Is that my sad attempt at a self plug in?
The Hangover Trilogy.
Over the course of 6 hours, I had 5 drinks...and I still woke up at 4am and puked my brains out. And again a half hour later. I think I was hungover for 2 days.
Lost in Translation.
I texted Wifi:
Going to bar. be home after 1
She texted back:
ok take it ez
She thought I meant 1am. I meant 1 drink...even that I wussied out of because I was still hungover 4 days later.
If you thought the "1 Kid" excuse was powerful, the "2 Kid" excuse means I can get away with helping to move and airport pickups.
Seeing Double.
I chose Eli Manning as my fantasy football QB so I can double root for the Giants. Now I double hate them.
This is why I hate fantasy football.
Who would have thought the New York Jets would currently be the best team in town.
when your kid prefers to put underwear on their head...and you sort of encourage it by taking pictures.
Closer...
Watching the movie, "This is the End" makes you pissed that you're not a stoner making millions off of dumb movies.
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