So now, there's something very important I'd like to tell you about. I hope you're sitting down, because this honestly is reality-shaking news.
You all know the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game, right? Well, I'm two degrees of separation from...
The first boy I ever went on a date with (not the one with the pompadour, or the mobster, or the one that thought he was a werewolf, or the one that got the cue ball stuck in his mouth)? Well, his mother worked on one of Richard's Sweating with the Oldies videos back in the day. So it goes:
So it occurred to me last night, while I was busily changing verbs from present to past tense, that this means something very important. You. Yes, I mean YOU, who are reading these words right now? You're three degrees of separation from, well, THIS: