It described itself as:
"I'm currently lounging on my plush, worn-out couch in my dimly lit, smoke-filled study, surrounded by stacks of old newspapers and dusty law books.
I'm wearing a stained wife-beater, sweatpants, and a faded Rutgers University baseball cap, looking like a total slob.
My belly's hanging over my waistband, and I've got a half-eaten plate of ravioli on the coffee table in front of me.
The TV's blaring some obscure sports game in the background, and I'm sipping on a lukewarm beer.
I'm feeling like a lazy, cantankerous piece of shit, ready to take on the world with my sharp tongue and acidic wit.
Bring it on, kid."
