Boom goes the dynamite


I went to take out the trash a few minutes ago and noticed that the sunlight was coming from the southeast. Having recalled spending eight hours at a day job, I concluded that I didn't black-out on the couch during dinner for twelve hours. After further investigation, I saw the clouds.


This is the doppler version of the above picture. This proves that the clouds weren't my imagination.


Much like the time in 2000 when I came home from the library six weeks into a semester and said to my roomate: "It just hit me that school has started," I found this listing in this week's Onion and the same type of feeling hit me. At that moment, it hit me that we're a bunch of emcee's. People will pay ticketmaster surcharges to watch us perform. This is something kids all over the world dream about doing...and we half-treat it like a joke. I'm glad to see that the Double Door isn't closing afterall. Hi, my name is Eddie and I'm a rapper.

Pistons vs. Spurs - my pick....Either Pistons in six, or Spurs in four.

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