how much of a loser am I?
It's alright. I've done my fair share of more loserish things than that.
Ditto on that.
Like the time I cried for three days and barely left the house when my favorite band broke up.
Or the time I hid outside the bushes with my night-vision goggles and attacked Scott. I don't really remember the story. Sean knows it.
Oh! Or the time I went on the radio and told the entire greater Cleveland area (including many of my family members) that I had gotten jizzed on before.
