christhedork

Two nights ago, I almost got into a fight (probably resulting in my ass being kicked) with a mini-van full of south side gangsters in red, known as Del Sur. What a bunch of pansies. I have a grand delusion of me beating all five or six of them, and comming out with little more than perhaps a bloody nose, but... who am I kidding...
Stutz is a fugitive, which means no trips to the bar, in the event of the black and whites appearing out of thin air.
Once again, the white man is repressing us at work, as Stutz and I get seperated from the rest. We're just suprized that they haven't called Thomas in yet.