Everyone knows someone, a friend whoÕs fallen on hard times, an oily representative of your progeny. TheyÕre long-winded and tell outlandish tales. We roll our eyes when the diarrhea is oozing out of their pie-holes.
Before Night Games, I tried to end my life violently. Now, when IÕm not shredding peoples dignity, IÕm breaking into neighbors houses sifting through their drawers, looking for panties, then we hump it to base, hoping to arrive before our rivals, ÔThe Call GirlsÕ(young guys).On the sprint home, cars driven by others are looking for using paintball guns. The Porn Stormers have never won. Last Friday the Call Girls fired us-- kicked us to the curb like Kappernick.
Friday Night I challenged them to one final game. A game that would decide our fate.
What if Night Games was true? What would you do? Would you run the other way? Would you call 911, or would you call Pete at 485- 9HT- GAME, to submit your resume?