Hey bitch, you’re still in the Top 10 Connectedness Index, whatever that means. You had a good run, kid, and the baddest bitches all love you. But sometimes Crappy Hour just ain’t worth it. Shake it off. You need to get your ass up in here and write some blogs instead of playing Rock ’em, Sock ’em Morons with the Obamabots. Big up ya chest, SinRoo!


See you at the crossroads! I’ll pick you up in my Retirement Golf Cart!