Last movie you watched: Single White Female. Crazy.
Last show you’re embarrassed to say you watched: Sex and the City. My girlfriend makes me.
Last thing you found to occupy your time: Sudoku.
Last boat you rode behind: A 44-foot Sea Ray Express Bridge.
Last regret: Charging to the flats behind a yacht.
Last person’s mother you saw chug a beer through a paint stick: The only mother I know who has done it is Mrs. Schwenk. My dad did one, though. It’s a family affair!
Last new trick you learned: Switch indy roll to blind.
Last iPhone app purchased: Wake Journal.
Last website visited: HGTV’s Urban Oasis. Trump Tower, baby, here I come!
Last major purchase: A townhouse in Winter Haven, Florida.
Last minor purchase: Tiger Woods PGA Tour 11.
Last lesson you learned: Don’t charge chest-high wakes.
Last time you danced: At my friend’s wedding in Michigan last summer. I’m such a horrible dancer. I’m no Shawn Perry, I’ll tell you that much.
Last stupid thing Derek Grasman showed you on the Internet: Skate Case.
Last awesome thing Derek Grasman showed you on the Internet: Scarlett Johansson’s boobies.
Last person you texted: Nick Jones. He had surgery a week after me, so we’ve been bitching back and forth a lot.
Last thing you cooked: Meth. I ran out of pain pills.
Last rail you hit: Wake Nation’s setup.
Last dream date you took your chick on: The Lost Sea, baby! I got to first base.
Last million-dollar idea you had: A brush that attaches to your vacuum cleaner so you can brush your dog and it sucks up the hair. Kind of like a Flowbee, except it wouldn’t cut the hair. “Eliminates shedding and your pet will love it!”
Last trick you’ll be caught dead doing: Big worm.
Last dude who came over to visit while you’re down and out: Zane Schwenk, the true bro.
