Real Talk: UFC Edition.

Apparently, there was a UFC fight last night. I’m not totally sure, because I have an IQ above 83, and thus don’t pay attention to such things. Not that I was much interested in it in the first place, but living for eighteen months in Southern California put me off from UFC forever, and I learned that when someone says “I am a big fan of UFC,” what they really mean is either “I don’t make a lot of money” or “I have been arrested” or “I try to stick as many fingers as possible – as well as, if available, any foreign objects – into a woman while fingering her.” Terrific “sport.”

Real talk.