Beefsteak

Congrats to me for keeping the stirfry tender tonight. I done myself proud. And the steak wasn't dry, but nor was it raw. That's right. Only I am raw.

In honor of the realness with which my beef was cooked, I came together to Afrika Bambaataa et al assembling, yes, "like Voltron".

Now I'm supposed to go get gushy and pick outta wedding tunes whilst playing Super Monkey Ball or something. I dunno how that works, but it's late and it's a worknight so jeez let's make it quick already. Especially since Mr. Groom's empeetrois selection is, er, not always to my taste. No, I don't like Erasure... and I won't apologize.