Pizza!Free pizza!Nachos!Anything with macros.
Pleasuring the ladies.Practicing my sweet drum riffs.Melting faces.Getting seconds.
Play chess.Eat.Hang out with Annie.Wiggle my fingers.
Blowing things up.Splenda baby.Gotta sue someone.Wiggling my fingers.
pink, black, whitedioxazine purple and alizarin crimsonazure and argentIDK it's just the default settings, I've never programmed them.
Which Michael Gobaud Are You?
You have an unexplained stem on your head and you can instantly name the location of the nearest Roberto's anywhere in Vegas. You are quite pear-shaped.
Who knew it was possible to literally drown in vaginas? The really impressive thing is that you're doing it with that damn stem still on your head. Men and women enjoy your company.
Whether you're informing people that GMOs are safe or ruining their fantasies of an afterlife, you're never too busy to give back to your community, as long as conference organizers inform you that you're supposed to be speaking and spell your name correctly so you know it's you. You haven't learned how to use Google yet.
Congratulations, you're the best Michael Gobaud yet! You're a hot, buff, well-rounded lawyer/glover/bodybuilder. Best of all, you finally have a decent haircut! Life is good and it's only getting better! YOLO!