Assuming I'm still alive. I'm going to guess that I still live in Norway, with an amount of close friends I can count on four hands, and a girlfriend that doesn't like video games. Meaning that we're going to watch Dr. Phil together 4 times a week. We all have to make some sacrifices, and I am willing to watch Dr. Phil with my girlfriend, assuming Dr. Phil is alive. There may be times I have to vomit, and sometimes when I try holding it back, it will come rushing out of my eye sockets or out my ears. She will scream, and ask me what the hell is wrong with me. But she can't stay angry at me for too long because, let's face it, I'm cute.