Round Two has begun. I’m in a ridiculously brutal bracket. And frankly just being part of it is an honor.

Okay, so I’m a bad liar.

I seriously don’t mind losing. What I do mind is losing to a guy who uses any iteration of “-izz” vernacular, and a particular one that sounds like a character from Seasme Street were said street in South Central.

It’s nothing personal.

Damn, I am a seriously bad liar.

Really, I know nothing about my opponent. He might rescue kitties from trees and help NBA’ers feed their families. But he’s probably not a host on the WPCBCN and I’d just prefer winning to, you know, losing.

Vote here.

And have a nice day.

[Update: I have lost (Note to self: Be hotter).]