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Breakin' Down the Wall of Fame
By 1922-1993 at 2008-01-20 | Serious, Action | Printable version
Makin' waves, it's all about makin' waves. That's what I do. I create an epic force in order to keep things running smoothly. In my line of work, you have to realize something - people are afraid of change. That's why I take strides, baby. That's why I make decisions. Big decisions. Like rearranging the storage room. Like moving the eight foot tables, or, as I've been known to call them, "the perfect sized tables for buttsex," like taking those tables, which WERE stored on the LEFT side of the storage room...and moving them to the RIGHT side of the storage room. I also took the liberty of polishing up in there. I mean, the fucking place was trashed so I cleaned it up with a layer of translucent paint. That'll address the situation. You have to address, and sometimes you have to re-dress. In this case I re-dressed the wall with white paint; get it, dork? Apparently "they" are very upset with me for "ruining their legacy." But I'm not worried because "they" don't understand the amount of style I exude. "They" think my seafoam eclipse is a little too "gay." In reality, it's just a little too explosive. It's seafoam, man. I'm in banquets and if you know your head from your boyfriend's ass in this business (which I don't), then you would know that seafoam is, like, a crucial color in the cocktail-hour-scheme-of- things. Let's put it this way, I'm a sausage egg and cheese kind of guy, but sometimes I like a little dick in my mouth. Cool beans.
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