Aren't We Clever

Sam Eubank is Dur-to-the-T

I was driving back to my house this morning after a night out with some awesome friends. They were heading to the KSU vs ISU football game, and I was heading to the nearest coffee shop to quell my remaining late night behaviour. Whilst sipping my Heath Bar Latte and jamming to Biz Markie on my trek back to the Aren't We Clever HQ, I thought "Golly-gee, I haven't blogged in a while." It's really a habit (like calling my vodka 'water') that I should probably put an end to.

Topics were streaming through my head as to what I should blog about. I decided to take the easy route (because it's Saturday) and post an old journal entry from when I had studied abroad in Ghana. Alas, you'll have to wait for those gems, because material presented itself front-and-center in an "If you build it, they will come" sort of way.

While out last night, I got a few texts from a friend that my person had ended up on yet again another blog. I was down a couple glasses of water, so I wasn't really sure what she was texting me, but she said she would post a link on my FB wall and send me an electronic mail. As the night's events eventually put me in the sleeper hold, all was forgotten. My friends were awoken to the sweet smell of game day and I, not sharing the same excitement for people that make a-ba-gillion dollars running back and forth and catching a ball, hopped in my whip proceeded with my day. I think I'm repeating myself. I digress.

As soon I entered my place of residence, I bee-lined for my comp and instinctively logged on to Facebook in an attempt to check the weather for today. Much to my surprise, I had a present waiting for me on my wall and also in a message. Flashback to last night, and I remembered the texts I had received. Cursor to the link and click. I'm taken to a blog where people post 'dirt' on other people. Needless to say, though I'll say it anyway, I'm featured for my recent stint in Ink Magazine. The joke continues to be on people who have no idea what the article actually is... basically calling them out for their lack of sarcasm and faith in published literature should they believe that everything in the article is factual. And this really makes me guffaw. My celebrity is heading in the direction of Kathy Griffin and Pauly Shore. This excites me. I'm wondering when citizens are going to start throwing tomaters at me. At least the salsa I make from it will contain my essence. Also, I guess the secret is no longer. I'm a transexual. Click the link below. Check it and wreck it.

Sam Eubank is Dur-to-the-T