Poker Night

I cut my hair last night. No, really… that’s the most exciting thing that’s happened recently. Tonight we play poker at Karl’s house. Don’t worry… it’s not that kind of poker. We’re good little church kids. You know… that gamble.

With chips. They’re just chips. STOP JUDGING ME.

Elsewhere, the BBC tells you 100 Things [You] Didn’t Know This Time Last Year. And don’t act like you did, because we all know you didn’t, you liar. (OK, I admit it… I knew a few of them… but i’m full of completely useless trival facts.)