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  At the Nintendo E3 party, Crispin and I test the weight limit on my nose, with sexy results.  Gabs and I hug for a minute at the George Clinton concert while Mr. Clinton illustrates how 200 straight years of drug abuse fucks up a performer's supergroovalistic prosifunkstication.  My EGM pals Jenny and Shane, probably complaining about how many times I said a Barbie game was for little bitches in my latest column.  Kick it one time: this is what I looked like when I was a freshman in college, ladies.  Nick, Gabby, and I drinking like we mean it.   If Kitty and I were in a Jean Claude Van Damme movie, she'd be the invincible cyborg and I'd be the sassy female reporter.  Next One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Main Album |
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