True Hollywood Story and Viral Infections

Peep this, Guidos and Guidettes:


There's this thing going around the blogosphere like a viral infection.  No, not smallpox.  Nope, not the HIV either.  Apparently everyone’s throwin’ around love like Tiger Woods, but in a good way.  Not in the cheat-on-my-wife-with-porn-stars-and-reality-show-tricks type of way.  He’s friendly.


Because it’s me and I don’t like rules, I am changing them.  You’re supposed to tell 10 things that make you happy.  I could do that, but where’s the fun.  Instead I am giving everyone 9 little known facts about mr. overly competitive and 1 false fact – you get to guess what’s faker than Heidi Montag’s chest rocks, chin, acting, and marriage.  


1.  I’m competitive. (this is your gimme)
2.  I’ve lived in Mexico. (before the drug cartel killed Michael Jackson)
3.  I drove this around when I was young: 

ballin’

4.  I won a State Championship in High School.  (not with the chess club although I would kick your ass)
5.  Step-on-Me and I were almost on Amazing Race. (ok, they called us back is all)
6.  I haven't been prayin'-to-the-porcelain-Gods drunk in 5 years. (this sounds like I had a drinking problem before)
7.  When I was 8 my brother and I built an “airplane” and I piloted it off the second story deck of our house. (R.Kelly wrote a song after me)
8.  My favorite TV show is The Unit. (R.I.P)  

9.  I have 234 watches. (what?  I’m punctual)
10. When I was three, I bit off my tongue. (I french kiss like a God)


Whudda ya think?  Winner gets a call-out in the next post (I know, motivating isn’t it?).


Here is some toilet-reading literature certain to get you through that mid-day poo:

Speak Into My Good Ear because let’s face it: she’s doing all she can with just one good ear.


fake.british.accent - debauchery awaits.  Just be sure to skip the guest blogger post – it’s vomit inducing (so much so that the link is a phony)

White-Collar Redneck because Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks!  OHIOOOOO!  He’s a bit funnier than Drew Carey, too.


Life on a Hanger because word rivalries just fuel my competitive awesomeness.  And her blog is littered with Lilo photos . . . . Oh wait, that’s discouraging you to view it.  Nevermind – it ruelz.


My Own Breed of Random is random . . . and janitorial. 


Giddy up!


Edit to yesterdays post:  It was brought to my attention that I actually didn’t win Sunday . . . . My dog did.  Touché’ doggy.  Touché’.


However, today . . . . .


I win.
mr. overly competitive