Wait...He's Not Dead?

WTF...We've just come to after what we assume was a bad acid trip, and frankly we have no idea where we are, why we have the deed to a reptile farm in Topeka, KS, and how the hell we ended up on the board of directors of VFW Post 147 in Oklahoma City, OK. One can only assume that we went on a long road trip down to San Antone looking to console many a fair maiden after the Nugz destroyed the Spur Posse on their march to the aught seven NBA championship (yesss...six years in row - seriously, we should let someone else have a chance!!!).

Oh man...all this writing hurts our head. We'll be back when we can in the offseason, assuming we can avoid the Glasgow Diamond's fierce legal team in the coming weeks. Apparently, those wankers want their signing bonus back, which we believe to be the seven and a half sheep procreating in our living room, unless those were the midgets we won in Stillwater.

Pray for Mojo...
honesty