So I was s'bosed to meet up with the following: T-Y, B-Dub, J-Way, Stacks, AJ, and Pussylips.

We pooled like five hundo between us, so we could get in. Fuckin' JagWad Jason and Chazzi rigged out on us, and I'm left with payin' the tab.

Don't get me wrong, Brah. I don't even flinch at 2 Benji's. But the point remains the same. Dude shoulda paid up.

Weaksauce, brah.

Not a cool hombre.

Anyhow, I think I coulda hooked up with this bitch named Shanice...Sha-Neese? Fuck it...she looked like Katie Dannon. Fuckin' sweet tats and titays to motorboat.

Hopefully we take tomorrow's game and I can complete the conquest, brozarians. That's how this shit rolls out.

Peace.

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Dude, you are my bro.

Holy hell was last a shit show. yowza

Awww, hellz, bros, sorry I missed it! I was busy with my dad's wake last night. Thank God my uncle brought a portable TV over to Cooney's so we could watch the game! I feel kinda bad my pops is gonna miss this but maybe he can carry the Cubbies to heaven with him. Thank God the funeral isn't until the off day on Monday. What's the plan for tonight? Let's meet up at Finley's. The cover is only $20 bucks and Keith is buying the first round of Fireball shots. Go Cubs Go!

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I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.

OH. HELLS. NAW.

Wayne is just butt hurt because your boy Chaz cashed in an IOU for some strange from Candice... WHICH IS MORE HE COULD EVER SAY FOR REALZ.

I ain't about to get my Me Undies in a bunch about missing some weak ass cover charge at a bar I don't even like. Pussy wins every time, even in times like these.