Archive for February 10th, 2004:
Once again it’s time for the show that never ends, but sometimes you wish it would…
And, for those of you that wish this… I have but one thing to say…
Fuck you.
Anyway, prepare yourselves for yet another jarring installment of it’s Sooooooooooo reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaal… or something like that.
Now I don’t want to sound all crazy here or anything like that, but where in the hell has everyone been? I know… I know… I’m one of the LAST people on the face of this fucking website that should be saying that. After all, I pulled the best fucking Houdini act since that lunatic was alive… whenever that was. Ah shit, I’m getting off track again.
Okay… focus…
I know I left a lot of you guys high and dry. I also know that I had at least some of your support for doing it like that. Those people shall remain nameless, but you know who you are. To the people that didn’t support me… I don’t blame you one bit. Not anymore at least. I was wrong. My friends are, were, and always will be some of the most important people in my life. I had a hell of a way of showing it too back then, but that’s just it… it’s back then.
I know I can say it’ll never happen again, and I also get the fact that you guys will more than likely never believe it until that statement is battle tested. Once again, I can’t blame you, but shit happens…
Now I’m not asking for much at all. I never thought that I’d have to ask, but that’s how much you guys mean to me. Would it kill ya to just call me once in a while or something? The only person I’ve talked to in the last week has been Skippy, and even that was last Saturday. I know you guys are busy and shit… hell, I am too, but that never stopped us all from being able to get together at least once every week or two.
Come on kiddies… it’s time to rally the fucking troops here. I know I’m almost always broke, and that makes a bar night tough. Well slap my ass and call me Charlie… cuz I don’t give a fuck anymore. The old Sosa’s back in business, and NO FUCKIN’ JIMMY DOIN’!!!! HIGH HEAT BASEBALL ‘99 IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKIN’ REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!! Nyyyyaaaaar and all that shit too.
Let’s get this chuck wagon rollin’. I don’t care if it’s NTN trivia, a beer and a hockey game, or just gettin’ tanked for the hell of it. That’s right boys and girls… I’m callin’ out each and every single stinkin’ one of ya… from the lightest of the lightweights to the drunkest of the drunks.
If you’re up for it, that’s great… If you’re not… then you’re not. It’s no skin off my ass.
Saturday night… I’ll let you guys pick the place. I work ’til ten, but I’ll be there.
The ball’s in your court now.
The uni-can has spoken….