Vince Gill is my hero, well for one song at least.

Why didn’t anyone tell me nylons were so comfy?  I have pulled back the knee high veil and unleashed a new universe of supportive undergarments!  I guess boxers are probably the most unsupportive undergarment available, kind of like your neighbor Steve, who just talks about how your lawn sucks but never offers any suggestions about how to make it better.  That’s why I can my boxers Steve.  I even went shopping and bought a greeting card that lets you record your own message.  I recorded: “Hi ,my name is Steve and your lawn has crab grass and if children played on it they would get chemical burns.”  Then I stapled it to my boxers and now every time I sit down it plays the recording.

 

I feel as though I may have misrepresented myself as anything less than a Chobani Fanatic.  I eat one almost every weekday and find the price point at our local grocer mesmerizing.  I will not be deterred for I will wrestle my way through a pack of baby mama’s with baby in tow, blue hairs and frighteningly old men on a Saturday morning to get my weeks supply of Strawberry and Lemon varietals. I use to be totally a 2% guy, but now I roll almost virtually 0%.  Back in the day, spring of 2010, I use to eat the plain 0% Chobani, but I use to eat grass and twigs back then to get shiny hair of course.