OK, friends. I'm back on hiatus until the Fall (sorry about the Duke pick. Those rat bastards). And I'll be using that time to, among other things, work on my golf game. My goal is to become the male version of Paige Spiranac. So, if you see me out there, now you'll at least know why I'm wearing more form-flattering gear, and stopping every other hole for an Instagram session with my peeps...
Oh, and in failing your bumping into me whilst I'm out building my sexy new brand. You can also get your fill of yours truly by tuning in to WPRO weeknights 6-9 pm for The Gresh Show. OR, in failing that, you can kill your time be perusing my ever-updating list of my 100 favorites films (now with Pootie Tang!). You can then watch some of those films, if you so choose. Or you can just just admire the list for its awesomeness, and then go back to binging whatever embarrassing nonsense that you'd never admit to watching unless you were threatened with a painful and torturous death. Which, so long as you do it while your radio-type device is tuned to WPRO, will be quite alright by me. After all, I'm not here to judge. I mean, I totally am here to judge. Almost exclusively. But I would never judge a loyal listener. At least not one whose loyalty I could conclusively prove via page views, shares, likes, and/or kudos and well wishes...
Otherwise, you'll have to fend for yourselves. And barring an impromptu movie review, I'll catch you Teds again when we're getting primed for the pigskin...
Be good, my damies!
Oh. And you should totally be watching Atlanta, too. It's the best show. Possibly ever. OK, that's a bit much. But it's great. And funny. And original. And you should watch it in addition to those 100 other films I've already recommended you watch. What? You don't have other stuff goin' on. And your attempting to suggest otherwise for even the briefest of moments is an insult to us both. So get on that.
OK. Now I'm done. 100...
