Damn

Fuck shit.

Viper: All Star of the Weekend

Viper wins this new award hands down, simply by getting kicked out of a bar on Saturday night for asking two chicks if they did porn. While he was dishing this awesome compliment to the two lovely ladies (read skanks), I was the only eye witness to the one girls reaction. To say the least, it was pure disgust. Not only did the other chick then try to kick him, but she also got some dude to say how inappropriate it was to make that kinda of comment. To that dude, good luck with the VD you acquired Saturday when you returned victorious with one of these chicks, and to Viper, keep up the good work.

Also, LVP was one Manatee, for pussing it on Saturday and pussing it with me on Friday, poor showing.

Mook

Today is the Mook's lucky day. Everyone rag on him, rag on him good.

Oh sea cow.....

Let us begin to look into why you are a bad friend.

Now, I would like to go to back in time three years ago to our sophmore year in college. Now, for me to say you were a shitshow would be an understatement, not that I was any different. Anyways, although there are some good memories and things we laugh about now, at the time of these events, nostalgia was not the emotion I was feeling. I am referring to two events right now, the night you peed on my futon, and the night you passed out on the floor while locking myself and the Tripod out of the room. First, you peed on my futon, so I was a little pissed until you cleaned it a few minutes later. Second, I thought someone was hooking up in my room and not opening the door, so while I was getting the master key, I was a little upset at an unknown person doing it in my room. When I found out it was you, and that the floor was the best place you could land, instead one of the two beds or couch, I was no longer mad, rather greatly amused.

Onto more recent events. There is a lack of trust in our relationship while outside the country. When I say we need to go to Mannheim, we need to fucking go to Mannheim. Do not sit there saying we are in Mannheim, or have already been to Mannheim and are now on our way to Switzerland. Just because I might have been off my rocker a little that night does not mean you can simply throw away my instructions, even if they were completely wrong. Maybe you should have gotten out a map to prove your point. Even if I would have read it and thought it was a map of New Zealand, it still might have helped.

hit me hard

It looks like the Manatee is up. Don't pull any punches ladies.

Who's day is it?

Gnat? Mook? Viper? or Manatee? Let me know, if nobody has responded by noon, I am picking.

More on the Snake

A comment about his gambling picks. Luckily, he has steered away from betting on my two main teams, Michigan and the Yankees. If you so much as mention them in your picks, I swear to god I will take a broken beer bottle and shove it up your ass one night when you are passed out on one of my couches. Now, if you were to place a bet and say this Japanese pitcher is going to be a stud for the Red Sox, I might go for that. Otherwise, I am amused how bad you are at picking games. Since this is the first year I have been on the email list, have you been this bad consistently or is this a flash in the pan of horribleness?

Next thing.....what is the deal with the tropical shirts at fucking concerts? Granted, I have been to only one concert with you, which I was promptly kicked out of, but regardless, you are not a 50 year old man yet. I think you would make a better fashion statement if you just rocked your sweater.

And finally, your television picks, not only do I refuse to watch shitty TV, the only person I will ever listen to is Higgins. He and I have similar TV viewing patterns, and thats the only person I trust.