As a complete spazz myself, I have a soft spot for Nick, but my empathy would run dry quickly if he cornered me to talk about his lord and savior.
I'm taking a month-long sabbatical from drinking and, by proxy, my local bar, which features karaoke and where I have built up a bit of a rep as "the white rapper guy who doesn't say the n-word or gay slurs." I try to entertain the crowd and keep it pretty gangster, humorous and exciting when I'm in front of everyone, holding the microphone.
I have a plan that, when I return next month, I'm going to cue up my song and then announce to everyone that I'd like to forgo my four minutes of singing to share with them, in detail, my newfound love of our Lord Savior Jesus Christ and expound on the virtues of Christianity.
Upon the groans and awkward silence that will inevitably follow, I will then say, "No? Alright, forget it. I'll just sing. I'll sing," before going into a rousing rendition of "Natural Born Killers" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube.
Topic: Merlino of Foundation (Read 11405 times)