HOLY SHIT!
Hey, I thought the worst. And say what you want (and I'd probably agree with you. If you wanna throw around the words "worst" and "BCS" and "team" and "EVER," I'd pretty mch agree with you). But the only two words that matter rigtht now are....
ACC and CHAMPIONS.
I am fucking amazed. Uhm yeah.... Orange Bowl, here we come? Wait. what?
ACC and CHAMPIONS.
I am fucking amazed. Uhm yeah.... Orange Bowl, here we come? Wait. what?
posted by Black Charles at 2:07 AM
3 Comments:
You know, I know, shit, even Natasha knows that not only do the Seminoles border on sucking, but they will be embarassed on national TV.
Explain to me how LSU and Miami (Fl) aka "Da U" dont make BCS games again??
Shit
Hey homie, I don't make the rules. I think the whole idea of conference title games-- and the fact that FSU clinched its berth in the ACC title game somewhere around the end of October, because there division is poor-- is kinda retarted. Nevertheless, these are the rules, so the Orange Bowl we go to.
And c'mon, you thought FSU would get worked by at least 30 by VTech, just like I did. And hey, remember WVU is going to a BCS game too (not as bad as the 'Noles, but they still suck).
I tried posting yesterday but Blogspot totally ruined my morning by not putting my post in. Perhaps it was too long, perhaps it contained revolutionary concepts blogspot has never encountered, perhaps the internet is tempermental. In any case, I had a whole sack of wisdom to drop in response to the discontent our friend Black Charles aka Killa Dan aka Mr Alper 007 aka I love FSU Football for no apparent reasons was experiencing during his revisit to the homeland/da home of da brave.
It started out something like this: Black Charles, its all good that your pops turned your room into a guest room, thats them just saying they dont like you anymore and wont be needing you until you can produce grandchildren or rise to the occasion come nursing home time. Right? Shit, the Mishkins did it to your friend Matthew, and the Walds are hungrily positioned in a 3-point stance (nearly meriting an encroachment pentalty) ready to blitz my room as soon as I get my pathetic ass out of 25 Deshon.
The blog continued by addressing such issues as the impossibility of truly enjoying life in NY because it is a tough town. Its expensive, crowded, oft smelly, and particularly difficult to make a name for yourself unless you are a revolutionary (or rich like the Marriot sisters). But it is NY. Millions....and ...Millions of people flood the concrete jungle daily providing exchanges of ideas, cultures which creates the complex metropolis known as NY.
It eventually concluded with some nice sentiments about my homey Black Charles and how should return to the NY at his convenience because he knows there are many who have “straight love” for the dude.
The Waldaddy
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