Just when you forgot about me, I go pulling this shit again. Anyway, there is a perfectly good reason that I posted a shirtless pic of me on Facebook and got you to click on This Blog. You see, the last couple times I posted a link to This Blog on Facebook, it automatically put that pic up. And I would frantically click until the picture disappeared. And I would think 'OMFG, you can't send that shirtless pic to all of Facebook.' Well, this time when I went on there I thought 'OMFG, you have to send that pic to all of Facebook.'
I guess Facebook just pulls up the last picture that was posted in This Blog. Now that I got to share it again, I can put more pictures on This Blog.
Now you have seen a shirtless pic of me from, what, I don't know, 7 or 8 years ago. I don't know if this is some sort of catfish situation or what. This is all a throwback to a douchier time, when I was looking for excuses to do things like post shirtless pictures of myself on the internet. Oh wait. But, by the way, I didn't really have an armband tattoo in that pic, it was fake. It is one thing to be stuck in the 90's. It is another to bring the 90s with you....to 2015....and have a fucking armband tattoo. I have explained to many of you how I once threw a 90s party at the Phi Sig House in 2001. It quickly devolved into an Ace of Base party. I have karaoke'd Tubthumping by Chumbawumba. I saw Spice World at the movie theater (I'll let you assume I was on a date). Well, I don't need to advertise my 90s bona fides. It is obvious that the 90s were awesome because I was awesome in the 90s. Well, maybe like one year of the 90s. But still.
