Mr. Brightside

So, it was brought to my attention last night that I've been neglecting the Suite lately. To my dedicated readers, I apologize. There's been some recent events in the lives of the Suite 206 authors that have hampered our creative, out-of-the-package, sarcastic thinking. That said, I've managed to think up some interesting tidbits to share with you while I was driving to work this morning. Here you go:

1. To this day, my company president thinks I danced on a table in a San Francisco bar to the tune of Mr. Brightside by The Killers. I didn't. Sorry.
2. For the first time in my quarter-century life, I saw my older brother cry.
3. I cursed like an Englishman at the fat woman that cut me off on I-5 this morning. You had it coming. Who the hell pulls into the left lane at 50 MPH, with a car coming up (me) at 75 MPH, and doesn't even look in their mirror? I hope you have a flat tire waiting for you on your return commute this afternoon.
4. Work. ...Uhg.
5. I saw a life-sized, stuffed, orange camo, shark sitting outside of a building on Madison Street this morning. WTF?!
6. I am more than disappointed to find out that this is a fake video. And still, I have to remain faithful to AOTS for breaking the story in the Court of Shenanigans.
   
7. How much would you pay to watch a fist fight between Faceburg, Gates, and The Woz? I know I would pay A LOT. Man, that would be awesome and Rad. It would be Rawesome.