You don't get a description. That's right. I said it. In your face. Well, technically it's not in your face, because that would mean that my words were surgically embedded in your flesh, and I think that would hurt a tad. Just imagine the lawsuits! I mean, a dozen (minus twelve) people view these every minute, and if my words were embedded in their skin I feel like they would want to press charges. I would be homeless! I would have to live in a box, and not a cool one like Kill Moves from Everybody Hates Chris. A stupid one like Tyson in Sea of Monsters. And then I would smell bad, so I would never get a job interview, therefor I wouldn't make anymore money, therefor I would keep being in tremendous debt, therefor I would never get out of my box and into a nice house. Thanks, corporate America. I.....I'm sorry. I don't really know what just happened. I get on these tangents and then the next thing I know I'm talking about puppy sized elephants. Wouldn't that be awesome, though?