We’re only one week away from the end of this season, and I’ve managed to make it two TWO lousy games!!!! What a far cry, from last season, when I ruled the playground with a 40 of King Cobra (”It Busts a Cap In Other Malt Liquors Asses, Yo!”), a pack of Camel Lights, and an iron fist. And by iron fist, I mean about as iron-fisted as the Snuggle bear gets.
I’m playing tomorrow night - despite the 110+ temperature (fat insulates, right?). I mean, I can only pull this type of behavior off for a little while longer before I become “that guy.” No one wants to be that guy. Ever.
and There Are Really Great Events That i can’t wait to discuss in the near future, but to speak about them could either jinx me or get me dooced (neither scenario would be ideal). I’ve got a great big load of really good problems to manage through, but my identity ain’t so secret (my own doing), so this shant be the location that I solicit advice.
yet.
And T - I hear you dropped by and visited the site recently! Way Cool! KSG’s cousin, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll have to get you up here to visit soon!
Expect More and Pay Less, y’all.
-KS
You’re really good at the blogtease, Jefe. Oh, and doesn’t it feel good to pay less?
Comment by Vivian — July 28, 2005 @