First, I want to applaud my friend, Mr. Lung, for manning up and taking the challenge presented to him yesterday. While I know the battle will be arduous and the spoils of war far from certain, all of us here at RSBS take pride in seeing one of our own step forward and say, “Yes, I do want to be a hero.” And Jeff, we will also be here for you when you are unceremoniously shot down and return grieving to the RSBS bosom. We will wipe the tears from your eyes while whispering softly the immortal words of Homer Simpson, “You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
In all honesty, though, I think that if anyone can answer this throwing down of the gauntlet, it’s Jeff. He’s the kind of guy who, when life gives him lemons, takes those lemons home and cuts them up so they can be stuck into freshly opened bottles of Corona. It’s one of the many reasons why we get along so well. I just hope that he at least mentions me when he finally meets Ms. Andrews. And then tries to set me up with her sister.
There is only one other challenge where Mr. Lung would have been so well equipped to confront and overcome the obstacle, at least according to what he says. Here it is, in his own words. “…When it comes to the dance floor, dear Erin, I got moves galore.” Oh yeah? Think the two of you could top these guys?
Actually, I really hope so.
The weekend is over. Long live the weekend!