Writing isn’t my only talent…
…it’s just the only one that doesn’t make you throw up in your mouth.
Here’s the story: I love me some Amazon reviews. I suffer from chronic self-doubt, so a positive review gives me the boost I need to keep writing (hint, hint). When the WOOL reviews hit the 80s, I started dreaming of that nice third digit (I have the emotional maturity right now that Juliette did when she was five). The big “100.” I couldn’t wait.
So I made a stupid promise. I told my erstwhile editor, Lisa Kelly-Wilson (of WOOL’s dedication page), that I’d do a dance in a silly hat when that day came.
Little did I know, Lisa had yet to review the original WOOL. (I know, right?) So she waited. And she didn’t have to wait long. As soon as I hit 99, I knew to don my ridiculous cap, fire up my wife’s dancing game (promise), and bust some moves.
I went through Soldja Boy once, just to make sure it was hilarious enough. And then I knocked out this 3-star gem with a single take and a confident upload.
Dear God, I hope my comment system doesn’t implode. And yeah, the video hangs over to the side. Don’t let that distract you from my hot kicks.