Last week, I had the wonderful pleasure meeting the awesome Estea in person. Apparently, she was scared to meet me.
She thought I'd have a nose ring attached to a chain leading up to my ear. She expected a spikey purple mullet, multiple tattoos and a ciggie hanging out of my mouth. And I was suppose to arrive on a motorcycle, I think.
Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart. I barely smokes a few cigarettes my freshman year in college. And, although I've always wanted purple hair, I haven't had the cahones to actually do it. And I have no piercings. And no tattoos.
Do you hear that sound?
That's the sounds of thousands of heads exploding over the idea that I'm not really a badass.
And now my dastardly plans at world domination are foiled!