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I know a lot of you are probably on the edge of your seats regarding this, so it turns out that me and Tim are both salty regarding the outcome of last night’s finale of America’s Next Top Model. We were both wrong. I’m ashamed. There was a huge wager on this too, I guess we will have to bet on slot car races in my basement instead.

Anyway, when I got home from work today I thought my house was burning down. A few minutes later I figured out the burning plastic smell was coming from the air vents. I checked out the furnace – nothing wrong. So I just sat here and watched tv for awhile. I started feeling super light headed and weird so I went and lurked at the skateshop for awhile and played some Lord of the Rings pinball next door (killed it). When I got back the smell was kind of gone, but I was still kind of concerned I was going to die, so I went to the store and got a carbon monoxide detector. I was thinking about getting the top of the line one with the digital read out and crap in case a girl came over, so I could impress her, but I ended up with the basic one instead. (Also a dvd of Police Academy 4 – Citizens on Patrol, which will obviously impress any girl worth anything.) If I’m still alive tomorrow, I’ll try to let you guys know.