Friday, July 25, 2008

Son of a Fitch!

In what was no way an act of sheer narcissism, I just did a Google image search of my own name. This is the first picture that came up:



I imagine this means one of three things:

1) I'm even more ripped than I realize;
2) I perspire a cologne that attracts mall chicks;
3) I don't have enough pictures of black guys on my blog.



I've been to Abercrombie & Fitch once in my life -- and that was to help a friend of mine do holiday shopping for her daughter. Must have really rubbed off.

Well, could have been much worse. After all, I get my gas at Kum & Go.

1 comment:

E.J. said...

LMAO!