so im sleeping just minutes ago and i get a call from chuck telling me to avoid the blog for a few days. why i say? well lets just say dartmouth possibly about to take things a bit too far. he hung up right after, i think hed realized the mistake hed made. if he wanted me to avoid the blog his best bet wouldve been not telling me and hoping id be fall into one of my patented apathetic trances. thing is that shit aint going to happen? the reason, im aware of it, and minxie this shit aint dying, so go fuck yourself and your "girlfriend," *cough*cough* i mean your auntie margo, come down from tacoma. just because youre hanging out with a girl (or actually should i call your aunt that, are you still a girl when youre in your sixties, i sort of think not) doesnt mean your going out. so again, i repeat, go fuck yourself and stop being a scourge around these parts. youre like brian williams ii always trying to match up to me, chuck, arch, and dr. dino (id say curt too, but were still waiting to here back from him) and i got one thing to say to you just because youre a hindenburg (like williams ii is a williams) doesnt mean your THE brian williams.
take your juvenile airing of our laundry cool it. the thing is chuck was all hesitant about us inviting you aboard, but i was all about it. little did i know youd turn to be such a jeter, turning on your "friends" at the first possible chance.
and as for your bait? dockside demo? i dont even know what that is.
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