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I was obsessed with being cool in my teen years, and mostly I wasn't.
After about 21, I haven't given a shit.
But since I have such a huge reserve of subtle coolness almost oozing out of me, some times you'll still catch a glimpse.
Of course you only see the dork side of me in cyberspace.
Come to Wisconsin and drink with me! I will surround you with my aura of cool! 'til my wife drags my sorry ass home.
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If you spot a tornado, always remember to point at it, yell "tornado!", and run like hell.
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