Countdown to Vegas

You're so money, you don't even know it!

Vegas is right around the corner and I am no where near ready. Now I don't gamble since I'm balling on a budget but I'm not afraid to pump nickles in to a slot machine while I get free drinks. I still want to live my dream of going to the roulette table, wearing a tux, order a martini and throw cash on the table while saying "Bet it all on black". Or just do this:

Hopefully we'll all win some money and not forget to get Nate off of the roof of Caesars Palace. I can bet this will happen - Everybody's gonna get hammered, Nate, the groom, is gonna have the time of his life and I'll win a comped suite with a bowling alley.


Happy Birthday to my boy Cal. Pop a wheelie or do whatever you do on your big wheel.

Tigers love pepper. They hate cinnamon.

Joe

I guess there's a first time for everything

Like my man Humpty Hump would say "All right stop whatcha doin cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to".

I have a blog, a blog that I thought would be cool since a lot of funny stuff happens around me. I mean funny like Chris Farley yelling about living in a van down by the river or John Witherspoon saying "yeeeeeah BOY!"

Living in Columbia SC for the past 3 years and going to school at THEE University of South Carolina has been a fun experience but I miss my friends back home in the dirty (Myrtle Beach).  I miss a whole bunch of stuff from back home: fam, those shitty MB waves and Burkey's double cheeseburgers with cheddar fries. It's all good though, I love Columbi-yeah, I love the gamecocks and I love cold brew.

Being a fan of football is something that makes me fat and bald but I love it. The NY football Giants and the Gamecocks are my religion. I love Billy- Brice, cocky, Eli, and Big Blue.
Yesterday my boys got crushed by Cammi juice and his entourage, the Auburn tiggers, at the SEC ship. It sucked sooo bad dude. I'm glad I didn't shell out $320 to watch a bunch of orange clad hillbillies shake pom poms.  At least we spanked Clemson or as my buddy Herbie would say " those motherf@%kers". There's only 2 things I HATE (I know.....strong word) in this world : The Dallas Cowboys and Clemson. They're like those kids in high school that wear a sweater vest without an undershirt but their cool just because mom and dad are balling and they have parties while their parents are on the yacht. I'm getting pissed just writing about them. I literally get angry when I see a blue star or tiger paw (around cola they're everywhere). Enough with the hate, I feel like Dave Chapelle at the haters ball.

Well I popped my blog cherry. I'm out like Kyle Parker in the College World Series. Yessir.............