The worst part about living alone is the fact that there's no one around to appreciate how fucking good I am at the "World Series of Pop Culture", "Don't Forget the Lyrics", and "The Singing Bee". Now, here's three different shows that I was put on earth to win, and no one is here to see it.

There used to be this show on VH-1 that I can't remember the name of, and David and me used to practice it, but we didn't really have to b/c we were so motherfuckin good at it, and it's incredible how fast that show got cancelled. We never got around to going to LA to make our fortune.