Danza Kuduro

I fired up the porn and went classic with my database, tracking down Jazz's Facebook and busting a #3 to her.

Mommy insisted on buying me a Hawaiian shirt for Charlie's, cousin Kathy's fiance's, Luau-themed Birthday party this weekend. Damn, Ross' dressing rooms for males is practically a tent.

Then mommy and I ate dinner at Rubio's. She tried the beer-battered fish burrito. I had my usual steak burrito and personal half-and-half of Lemonade and Raspberry Iced Tea.

There was this white chick there, about my height, in probably workout clothes and hair that was puffed up as it was held by either glasses or a band. She's in my database. And I overheard them call out her name as Britney, so now I can scream it out in my database.

But the highlight of the day was hearing from Tiwat that he made it to his destination safely. Therefore, I appropriately play the soundtrack from Fast Five (a.k.a. The Fast and the Furious 5) that plays during the montage at the end where the super team is living out their happy endings after escaping authorities: