I was just seeing how little I could write in a response to see how much I could get you to write.

The leap you took by taking “I don’t remember the specific questions I was asked after the game” and turning it into “Cam doesn’t remember the end of the football game” is some crazy-ex-girlfriend-twisting-words-and-turning-nothing-into-a-full-blown-fight-type shit.. I understand the need to write headlines that grab…

I was hoping for a mention of the biggest lie I’ve had to learn to tell doctors: “My pain is a 9 or 10 out of 10.” I really think of pain more like this xkcd comic, but when I am honest and say that I’m at a 3-4, they seem to think that’s a fine way to live indefinitely and not offer any treatment.

Oh ya, not to mention thousands of dollars of music/movies I have on my iTunes account.

Genius Bar Manager: JK, we need to talk about your piercings.

I’m a UM fan. They’re losing one inexplicable game this year.

Wasn’t 2012 the year they did that idiotic Letterman jackets thing when they traveled? Amateur night at the Texas’ complex.

I grew up with the Oilers and lived in Houston (or close) for nearly 30 years.

High up in the North in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock. It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide. Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak. When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have gone by.

—Hendrik Willem Van Loon