It seems my popularity is plummeting. How can that be so, this soon after being named Time Magazine’s Person of the Year?
You are a fickle, fickle, audience.
What to do in times like these? Continue to whine about my unbearbly overscheduled, undervalued life? Delve in tothe mysteries of life, the universe, and everything? Wow you with needlessly long words, just to show how smart I am? Puzzle on about all the boy drama caused by a revelation that came just a few weeks too late?
Nah, I’ll go with the cheap humor shot.
At FHE last night, we played Loaded Questions, which is the best game ever. I’m too lazy to link it. Just google it already.
Anyway, Devin chooses the question: “If you could have one part of your body surgically altered, what would it be?”
Now, the answers were:
Devin has to guess who said which. Now, the respondents were:
Do you see that there is only one girl on that list?
After we finally got ourselves under control (much laughter abounded), Devin says, “I… Uhh… I’m not saying anything about you, or that you… ummmm… need it, but by process of elimination, I choose you [me] for buttlift.”
Again with the laughter. Red in the face, begging for breath, laughter.
With four guys and one girl in the room, you choose buttlift for the only girl?
Good luck at BYU, Devin.