Imagine my surprise when I got home and saw a regular ol' brown package envelope, with my name and address HANDWRITTEN on the outside. When I opened the package, there was not only the DVD, but an autographed picture of him signed directly to me with the same handwritting as that on the package envelope. It looked like I'd merely ordered something straight of Ebay.com. Ya'll, how much you wanna bet Taimak is sitting right up in his apartment out there in Manhattan right now printing receipts off his computer, sealing those DVDs and shipping them off himself. I bet I could check the envelope for fingerprints and find his.
Needless to say, I enjoyed the DVD, although I didn't work out to it. I sat on my a$$ drooling the entire time

, but eventually tried to join in later. I don't know how I'm supposed to focus on working out when I have to look at something like HIM the whole time. Thanks alot, Tai. This kind of defeats the purpose, don't you think?