Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

Thursday.

Today has been pretty decent so far. It’s Thursday, so I got to sleep in a little bit (although I’ve been doing that anyway for the past week). I woke up at about 9 or so, did all the hygiene stuff, and went to Russian. As usual, Russian was really boring. Luckily, I sit next to a window, so I entertained myself throughout the class by looking at people cross streets and junk like that. Naturally, it was an exciting time.

In my history class, I am supposed to have read a book for class today. I haven’t bothered to read it though; I’ll get to it later. Of course, there is a discussion and a quiz on that book today, so we’ll see how it goes. After perusing two book reviews, I don’t think it’ll be anything I can’t BS my way through.

Being a guy, I’m pretty good at the BS.

That brings up an interesting point. BECAUSE guys BS more than girls (a generalization, yes, but this DEFINITELY seems to be true), does that mean we have it a little bit easier when the need arises for this valuable skill? I want to know what you think America. Our lines are open, so call the number at the bottom of your screen and you’ll automatically be entered into our FREE weekly contest for a date with Shaun M. Lewis. Operators are, of couse, standing by.

That’s quite a prize, if I do say so myself.

I wonder if that would actually work? Tempting girls to date me by offering a contest, that is. Everyone loves to compete. Well, mostly everyone. Not EVERYONE, but I’m sure a vast majority of people enjoy a hearty competition. All I need to do is find this vast majority and invite them to a battle for my heart.

This slowly has evolved from a game of chance, to a competition, to a full-fledged battle. A melee for my love, if you will. But how to advertise this wonderful event?

Flyers, perhaps?

I’ll have to find a graphic design student to come up with some samples. Look for them posted around your local green. I’m sure they’ll be plenty of colors — all 8 of them. (Sorry, monetary concerns prohibit me from splurging and buying the 96-pack of Crayolas).

It’s time for lunch before the mad rush arrives…