There will be no singing!

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m not as suave and cool as I always seem on this website. You want proof of this? Listen to this little story.

It was the second semester of my senior year of high school. I was in economics. It was a pointless class I was taking to fill time, but, hey, it turned out we weren’t going to do much. That’s because, every Friday and part of Monday starting right after the super bowl, my teacher would start showing us…Survivor. That’s right, while we were supposed to be doing book work, Survivor: The Outback was on. It started an addiction.

I made fun of the original show, just like everyone else. But I also found that once you start watching, it’s hard to stop. I’ve watched every Survivor since then except Thailand, which I never got in to. I’m not really sure why, either. Amazon brought me right back into the fold.

Members of my family have been corrupted. My girlfriend made fun of me for it, then started watching Pearl Islands with me. Now she’s hooked.

Tonight, after some damn football game, Survivor: All-Stars will start. Rob C. is the man, and should team up with Rupert to kick everyone’s ass, take names, and then laugh at the names. While kicking. Possibly abusing coconuts.

So what’s the funny part of this feature?

Well, me.