Wednesday, December 29, 2004

wuddup wuddup wuddup. So the clips are at home against the utah jazz tonite, and, well, shit, the jazz suck but so do the clips right now. A win is a win is a win, and it would be nice, so whutevs. By the way, if you wanna talk all day about the clippers with similarly like minded people you owe it to yourself to check out clippertalk. Nuff said.

Oh and also, shit, what was I gonna say? Oh yah, pretty soon, eh, no need tell you that already. Shit. Um. There was something else, can’t put my finger on it. Eh, forget it for now.

I’ve gotta kind of hurry this shit up meaning it won’t be in the slightest bit meaningful, well, actually, hmmm, maybe it will be more meaningful for its lack of meaning, cuz everyone, ok, nobody, knows that intentional meaning is so 1982 and that 1982 was the year that nothing was meaningful, in that david lee roth had already planted the cancer that would destroy van halen.

And what was it? The fact that he boned down on a microphone stand that had had intercourse with mike Anthony. There you have it. Irrefutable evidence.