Ladies and Gentlemens…
Step right up! This post will be a life changing experience. From now on… till your ultimate demise… you will, I trust, be playing a game called “Your Team.”
Here’s the I-dizzle:
Katy Perry: “Ur Team!” (points too… —>)
Then Skeet goes… “Oh GOOD one…”…waits… and then points out “Your Team!” 
Then I come back with: “Ahhh touche… but this guy is SO your team:”
Skeet retorts with a whammy: “Okay, you wanna play? All of those freak show people that work out front of the Chinese Gruman Theatre… YOUR TEAM”
I ultimately end it with… “Aight..dats cool..but… YOUR TEAM!”
Look… The idea of the game is that in a parallel universe each person’s team will one day join forces with their respective (usually ungrateful) team captains and play against each others teams in a round of volleyball… probably, most def naked.
The idea is to put the most retarded looking people on each others team.
Once I had someone select all of Vine Street (hoe Hollywood) for my team… BUT, also have I dished out “Burning Man and all the naked hippies that go… YOUR TEAM.”
It’s really about paying attention to your surroundings…
Usually I stick to people being selected… but sometimes the selected involves groups of people and stupid objects… I would start from the beginning and work your way up… watch your friends burn with hate for you and the team you choose them.
what it do, I sit on you.
-katy perry-
p.s. tanks groban.
