Tagged???

I received a call from a mutual friend last weekend to ask if I knew that I had been 'tagged'. That I was 'it' and so forth. I didn't immediately answer her and was waiting for her to do the 'Borat' thing and say 'Nhhhaaaat!' but that didn't happen so I asked her what she meant. It was after eleven minutes of her explaining and 7 minutes of laughing on my part that I got a grasp on the meaning of this 'tagging' thing.

I'm suppose to write 6 weird things about myself because I was 'tagged'. And because this game (I was informed that it is in fact a kind of game) is so daunting, it took me two full days just to examine myself to find if there are any flaws on this being. To check if God made a mistake. I only found one. Unless you think my addiction to Japanese porn is but I know some people would fiercely beg to differ. Here is a weird thing...

1. I drink lots of beer. Tiger beer.

I am also suppose to tag some other people so I tag you, you and you.

I like.