Saturday, September 13, 2008

What a fucking joke. No,

What a fucking joke. No, I didn't get into the game.

3 comments:

revolution said...

HOW DID YOU NOT GET INTO THE GAME?????

Anonymous said...

...because he expects hand-outs & they are harder to come by as the economy weakens....GO HOME AND GET A JOB BUDDY!!!

Ryan M. Powell said...

You're just chickenshit and jealous, anonymous, because: 1) People everywhere like me enough to help me stay alive out here, and 2) You could never do this yourself. That's why you're sitting at home, living vicariously through me when you're not doing a half-ass job for the chump that hired you and doesn't pay you as much as you could've been worth.

Fuck you!

Oh, and Lew: There were a lot of people looking for tickets outside the game. If I had only met Larry, the cop who told me about Pink's, a week earlier, he would have given me a ticket.

Even with the crappy economy, assholeface (anonymous), he would have given me a ticket, for the same reasons that he didn't mind me sleeping in the Exposition Park during his shift: Because I'm cool and you're a dickwad.