"Nathan, how are you such a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥?" My mother asked me one day. This is a question I receive a lot, so I have several theories.

1. I sometimes get in fights with toddlers and the mentally-handicapped.
2. I invented milk.
3. I punched Kim Jong-il in the nutsack.
4. I can created a fantastic prepackaged lasagna.
5. I draw at least one comics.

After providing my mother with these phenomenal reasons, I then gave her a plate full of mashed potatoes laced with sedative, closed the basement door, and readjusted the padlock.

Come at me hard.