What out for this guy!

My friend Mr Harris (nee Clifford) appears to have some ill intentions regarding your female companions out there. Forewarned is forearmed, my friends.

I'll take "s" words for $500 Alex.

Don't sleep on swords. Literally or metaphorically. Either is a bad move.

party time

So apparently the majority black (55%) majority democratic (93%) city in which I reside had some reason to celebrate last night.



Congrats to Obama; he is smoother than you regardless of how smooth you are.

Hopefully his remarkable intellect and open-minded attitude will turn things around (and encourage investments in human capital), since the last bozo we put in the White House kind of fucked up if you ask me. Or America.

Kings.

This morning I woke up from a crazy nightmare were a vampire bit me, a fucking vampire! I think I dreamt this since I've been listening to this song a good amount (its about a vampire). Its called Closer by Kings of Leon and its fucking money.



Couple quick facts about the Kings:
-They claim that their music was influenced equally by their religious upbringing and Jack Daniel's.
-they have a fair amount of street cred
-Rolling Stone is a fan

Their latest album has achieved the coveted "beast" rating on my now very, very famous rating scale.

Dear Mr Carter

Well the Steelers and their fans came to town and earned a good old Joe Gibbs style, hard fought victory over the Skins on MNF. Where can I turn to ease my pain during these rough moments of the volatile NFL season? The best rapper alive does not disappoint with his latest missive.

Weezy F is at it again. A quick excerpt:

T.O. still looks like he's about to cry. It's getting ugly in Dallas, man. They're in last place now in their division? This is a disaster.

Does life get any better than Lil Wayne joaning on the bamma ass Cowboys? I submit that it does not!

Enjoy all the "analysis"

This evening I, like many fellow Americans, will be attending an Election Party/Hope the Guy We Support Gets Favorable Results in Incredibly Unreliable Exit Polls

Can't wait.


Enjoy the night, back to work.

Best beet farmer in Scranton

Today I would normally be watching football all day. However, since my Skins aren't playing until Monday night, I have the whole afternoon to hang out and blog.

Unfortunately, this crew of smokin' hot chicks just called and want to come play Thunderball (greatest drinking game ever; very fucking intense) at my mansion. Its a rough life I lead.

So here you have some entertainment while I'm off raging: