Friday Confessions

Dante and I alternate Fridays letting deprived Stoolies get shit off their chests.  This blog series is simply for confessions (and clicks).

I'll go first…

I was so fucking excited to retire from The Dozen after getting humiliated by the surprisingly non-idiotic Booze Ponies earlier this week in Chicago.  Then that asshole, Jake Marsh, (my trivia teammate) announces his legitimate retirement from the company just hours before I was set to announce my walking away from Generation XYZ.

Fuck Jake... I wish him all the luck in the world, but I also hope he at least stubs his toe REALLY badly to make up for stealing my opportunity.

Looks like I am back for another mediocre season of trivia, and Vibbs and I are actively looking for Jake's replacement... If anyone has Ken Jenning's cell, hmu.

The comments are open if you need to get anything off your chest.

Two Hail Marys, three Our Fathers, and slip a 20 in the collection box on the way out… All is forgiven.

-Large

NASCAR "silly season" is heating up and Spider and I break it down on the latest edition of Rubbin' Is Racing.

TAR

-L