Tripod.

I have a whole shitload of ideas for the Beer Olympics. There's like 20 events I have to weed through. No thanks to you blog bums. I'll post them on here sometimes soon. First I need to have a go at the fine print of each event.

In other news, I've decided to stop being honest. Ok, well that's a lie, which would be a good start, but I don't mean I'm going to be dishonest, just not quite so forthcoming about things. I mean fucking christ, look how long that last sentence is. I have way too many streams of thought and conversation going on at the same time. Like totally, way too many bro. So I will just keep most of them to myself. It's a Godfather move. When he slaps his son or his cousin or whatever and says "don't ever let them know what you're thinking." It's a power play. Silent, pensive, deliberate, muahahah. I think it will greatly help my business skills. Crap, for some reason that reminded me of the night I convinced people I was a competitive hip hop dancer. But wouldn't dance anymore after "the accident." I can't believe people bought that. Or when Fog went around telling everyone our Iraq war stories...ok I was definitely not cool with that, but everybody bought it and was high fiving us. I would have told the truth, but I wanted to finish my beer in peace. Actually you know what, those were pretty good times. Scratch all of this, I'm just going to start lying.... Did I ever tell you about how I got the nickname 'Tripod?'