Word, y’all. I ain’t dead. I know, it hurts you to find that out. But hey, at least I know how to close my blockquote tag, and that’s why they keep me around here.
On to happier things, ain’t it a bitch when you’re just minding your own business and get served with lawsuit papers? Yes, I’ve joined the ranks of executives, publicists, and everyone living in the state of California: I’ve been sued. In reality, it’s one of those things where you get into a 4-car accident, and you’ve got a year to sue. Now the fact that the person suing wasn’t hurt much on the scene and is in fact– how do I put this delicately– an African-American female of limited means, whereas I’m a guy driving an expensive car with a 1mil insurance rider; that has nothing at all to do with the fact that I’m being sued.
And onto another subject,
*whiney voice*
But Orion, my import with its computer-changed timing, cans of nitro, and ripped out seats can beat your Mustang!
Oh wait, if I had a real car to begin with, I wouldn’t need to do that shit.