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Drews Take: What can I say about Scrot? Despite his small stature he is quite the man. Definitely a fun loving guy who appreciates the little things in life. Whether it be partying to the break of dawn or just lying around watching movies all day, Scrot will take in every minute of it. His laugh is infectious and there are no boundaries to his crazy antics. Flirty? You betcha....girl or guy. He loves the ladies, but at the same time is a devoted boyfriend (to a girl). I've heard he is quite the cuddler too (not that I would know...) When he is happy he will light up a room. On the flipside, when he is down everyone feels it because he is the type of person you care for. Not the most open person in the world (unless you are a girl). He keeps his heart to himself because he does not want to burden other people with his problems. Scrot is probably one of the most caring people in the world...almost to a fault. He definitely cares for others more than he does for himself and he is very stubborn when it comes to that. This makes him one of the best friends a person can have. ("You're in good hands with Scrot"-The guy in the AllState Commercial aka Pedro Cerrano) All in all, everyone loves Scrot. You can't ask for a better friend, lover (so I've been told), or wiffleball player. That is why I proudly consider him "mi hermano".A short story about a short man by Zack Walter:The time: Summer 2006. The location: Naugy. The occasion: Fred's having a party (they're never Dan's). There is a large turnout for this one. It's a hot day, very sunny. It's about four in the afternoon. Wiffle Ball is taking place in the backyard. I'm by the snacks talking to Alicia/making fun of Scott. As I'm rambling I look out to the Wiffle Ball game. There is a giant cluster of people in the outfield near the home run fence. Scrot is among the crowd. I hear him loudly proclaim, to no one in particular, "I'm going to catch the next one in my pants!" This draws no reaction from the group because this is a completely common thing for Scrot to say - in any situation. However, on the next pitch, someone hits a deep drive. There are some half-assed attempts to make the catch but no one does. Except Scrot. As the ball comes towards him, he holds up his beer and catches the ball in his cup. He then does what anyone would do in that situation: Take the ball out of his cup and down his beer in a celebratory fashion. But then Scrot does something only he would do: He pauses for a minute; looks at the soaked Wiffle Ball in his hand. He then giggles and proceeds to lick the beer off the ball. That's Scrot. He always lies.