I know what a Paso Doble is and that fact is killing me. Why do I know this? Why have I used up valuable memory space storing this information on my biological hard drive? At 34 years old and with my history of partying, I figure I only have a few gigs left before I get to capacity. Yet there it is, haunting me like the homoerotic stalking matador portrayed in its dance. Soon, I fear it will spread and what started as a little irritant will quickly spread, leaving my entire body racked with sequins. If you don’t know [...]