oh blah de blah blah sng challenge blah de bullshit... yazzafrizzit ring game bankroll yadda who yadda effin cares.....
Did you read that last post? That boring piece of what the fuck? Five days from Vegas and she yanks that crap from the loins of her muse?? Fire the bitch.
Come ON !!!! The game is frickin' afoot. Otis is roshamboing with the missus, Bad Blood's flexing his tournament muscles and BG & Daddy are drawing the lines and laying the prop bets. G-Rob is grooming and CJ is putting a down payment on his luck with the dealers at the IP. Iggy's upholstering his booster seat, Pauly is hitting his contacts and contacting his hits, Grubby's oiling the slots, stacking the coupons and VegasVegas is loading up on flash cards for the cameras. The CantHang's and entourage are ordering in several semi's worth of SoCo for the IP bar ... and Wil Wheaton is vastly underprepared for what he is about to walk into.
And that doesn't EVEN scratch the surface of the preparations which are shifting into high gear for this auspicious gathering in the city of glitter, the sahara of sin, the town of V.
Baby!
We're barreling down the runway.
T-minus 5 days....
I.
Am.
Fucking.
Excited.
