Last Words–Rob Dyrdek
Last shoes you bought:
Tiger Woods golf shoes.
Last time you were robbed:
Two days ago.
Last time you lost consciousness:
I can’t recall, but I’m sure it was liquor-induced.
Last movie you saw:
Kiss The Girls.
Last person you said “I love you” to:
My sweet mother, Pat Dyrdek.
Last spot you skated:
The Shit Ledge.
Last time you exceeded 100 miles per hour:
Fifteen minutes ago.
Last time you tried to speak a foreign language:
Two weeks ago, when I dreamt I was a Mexican prison guard.
Last letter you wrote:
I don’t think I’ve ever written one.
Last fight you were in:
About a month ago. Bo Turner stepped up and got knocked the f–k out.
Last thing you ate:
Bo Turner, for lunch.
Last book you read:
Winning At Casino Gambling: Merry Christmas.
Last thing to happen that changed your life:
A stranger was in my room while I slept.
Last time you felt hate:
When I found out there had been a stranger in my room while I slept.
Last time you saw a doctor:
Two weeks ago–blown-out ankle that just wouldn’t heal.
Last thing you stole:
A blond wig off a stupid girl’s head after she slapped Kelly Bird in the face.
Last music you bought:
Last time you had to deal with the police:
Two days ago when they told me they couldn’t call it burglary if there’s no sign of forced entry.
Last time you were afraid:
Two days ago when I woke up and realized I’d been robbed.
Last trip you took:
Back home to frolic with the Pekins.
Last major purchase you made:
A home security system.
Last person you spoke to on the phone:
The number-one suspect in my burglary investigation.
Last magazine you bought:
Guns & Ammo.
Last time you voted:
Robert Culpepper for class president.
Last time you discussed politics:
That whole cigar issue involving the President.
Last time you acted totally impulsively:
Realizing my golf fantasy by buying every golf thing possible.
Last injury you sustained:
Blown ankle after blown ankle.
Last charity you gave to:
Charity De La Dirt.
Last time you gambled:
Yesterday. Kenta took me for fifteen dollars on the golf course.
Last time you did something you didn’t want to:
Staked out the house of my number-one suspect.