So I took a wee bit of a break from the blogsphere to work on my game and come back stronger like Michael Jordan, Jay-Z, Tommy Vardell, Wanad Sykes, and Influenza. Anywho, my gameplan is pretty much the same this time around. I am going to post pretty much meaning less drivel about sports, food, technology, current events, semi-hot chicks I find hotter than most people, and of course wiffle ball. I will probably be brining back some of my old standards like Gay Song Wednesday and The Friday 5. As the days pass we'll get into my unhealthy obsession with the Cleveland Indians as well, so we've got that going for us. So on behalf of my entire staff of 1 bellhop, a fluffer, and an omlette chef I'd like to welcome back my dozens and dozens of fans....
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
--Jay-Z Lyrics from Numb/Encore
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