I'm here to tell you that that shit is weak.
His name is Conor O'Brien. You may know him as Springfield High's DRAMA QUEEN. You also may know him as that one orange guy from that one mediocre musical. You also may know him as the guy who never stops talking about his band Band Practice. If they had a band t-shirt, he would wear it. You may also know him as the captain of that improv troupe that find themselves funnier than anyone else finds them to be. You may know him as a DRAMA QUEEN. You also may know him as the guy who is awkward at parties and openly admits he has sexual feelings for Eliot Sill. I think you get the point, fellas. Watch your backs. Or Conor will rape you.
Let's clear some things up right off the bat (SPORTS!). He thinks he's really, really talented, and he tries really hard to be so. A comical combination. If he acts like he's better than you, let him have his little victory in his own mind. His victory will be hollow and meaningless, because we all know we let him win just to get him to shut up already. We could sell him into slavery, but I don't think we would get all that much money for him, because I hear that price is based on work ethic and not how sorry you are that you aren't being helpful.
If he hadn't spent the first half hour at Ty's house PLAYING THE PIANO, he might have gotten his blog posted on the appropriate day. What a douche.
- Classic Brian