When #1 isn't #1

So I really have not posted much lately. I guess that's a combination of not really having any funny stories in my life and also because I've just not been hanging out and wasting time at my apartment much these days. It's summer and it's nice outside, so I don't apologize.

Anyway, Mpls Ju inspired me to talk a little trash today. I read her arrogant post on the crazychica site today bragging about this article. My official response. PFFT. Smarter my ass. My brother may talk a bigger game and try to intimidate me with smack talk, but when it comes to results, I clean up. I took him up on his challenge that I could not beat his high school GPA. When he realized that I was going to demoralize him there, he claimed that I would not carry a higher GPA after seven semesters at Michigan (he decided that his last semester should not count). Not only did I beat that challenge, but I stayed above his arbitrary seven semester bar all the way through the conclusion of college, just to add insult to injury. If Dr S. wants to claim superiority in card games requiring intelligence and strategery and what-not like rummy-500, I'd point out that he hasn't been able to compete with me since 2003. What does that leave my brother? Ping pong. Yes. Ping pong. I think that provides ample evidence to refute that crappy article that Mpls Ju used to get on her high horse. You got nothing, Ju. Nothing. Younger siblings rule!