Determined to make that one early afternoon post to show he's not hung over. Still show em Lester. Then marking the countdown calendar on the fridge for the next trip to the Aquarius , 19 dollar room bitches! All the while wondering what happened to that backup JV quarterback he mentored that's now working the night shift at Walmart is doing. Then sweet emotions plays on the iPod dock and me and Mrs diabla make those eyes. Clink bud lights and we know tonight is gonna be special. Oh yeah.
How long until the NBA players pick up on the fact their owners are merely slave trading them? Will we need a politically correct word for trades soon?