Smaller Than An Elephant?
I recently had the honor of sitting through at least a good six-pack one weekend answering questions for The Byronic Man. For some unknown reason, he decided I’d be the ideal
victim candidate for his second installment of his “20 Questions” series.
Having absolutely no shame whatsoever and zero ability to actually feel embarrassed, I of course had to put this note up to shamelessly self-promote myself… Yay Me! Go BrainRants! Beat Navy! Hooray for Boobies! I’m the shiznit!
But on a serious note, I know many of you who read me have also landed on Byronic’s pages as well, and I know for certain that he definitely keeps me honest in terms of humor and original content. I’d also think that I’m paying him a compliment by saying he is nowhere near the potty-mouth that I fucking am.
In the event you have been retarded up until this moment, please take a moment to click the link to his site up there in the first paragraph. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll want to punch babies. You might even be tempted to send him donations to support his ongoing quest for total global domination.
DISCLAIMER: In the event you’re wondering why I didn’t just provide you with a link to the exact page and help you scratch your lazy instant gratification urge, well, the fact of the matter is that I’m using the timed publish feature here given the fact that I’ll be nipple-deep in some kind of organized Army hilarity around the time I would want to put this up.
So, yeah, wow, if Byronic doesn’t come through as he told me, won’t he look like a douche.