I inch closer and closer to The Porkster. I bet you thought your 61 was a comfortable number. Not from me. This from the chick who doesn't know her offense from her defense.

That was just a faux paus, a slip of the tongue, a senior moment. I do know my offense from defense. Defense is what surrounds my back yard.

*Bada bing. Bada boom.*

Thank you. Thank you. Don't forget to tip your waitress.