Those things are clear and defined, however I find myself constantly fickled over the decision of what season I like the most. Winter is freezing but I get a 3 week break from looking at eyes. Spring is great because it's crawfish season...awesome. Summer is magical because nothing beats south florida babes walking around in appropriate attire, well except for the dudes and chicks with dude parts walking around in INappropriate attire. but by far I think I like Fall the best. Mainly because for a span of 3 months I get to pretend that I am a more sophisticated version of myself...yes I know you ask "but pre-dr. thanh, you are the most sophisticated person I know, besides Mr. Mayer and Mr. Lebron who else can compare to your nuts" and with that, I answer "you are correct". But through my years of sophistication I realized that you always have to strive to be a better version of who you currently are. Seriously if you look at yourself today and you decide that "man no one can touch these nuts" or for the ladies "girl, bitches can't handle my junk", then fine you should just stop living because there is nothing to look forward to. There is no higher level of AWESOME to stride for, so you should just quit while your ahead, right??

So on my dear Lindsay Prestmon's birthday, I challenge anyone who is reading this to take that next step towards sophistication, enjoy the fact that there are people out there that are able to "touch" those nuts. because when you get to a point where people can no longer "touch" those nuts...its time to die (metaphorically/physically)...Happy Birthday Lindsay!!!

p.s. I like fall because I can wear scarves and corduroys...not gay...I repeat not gay.

Another Great Day...