...but no one cares, because today there is only one thing on everyone's mind: last night's And One Presents: The Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. game, in which Chad became Mine and the entire Empire's mortal enemy.
Chad made a pejorative comment about the T.R.I.B.E.'s basketball ability. Chad must be funny, because Chad was laughing. Our laughter replaced his, however, when The Prime Sinister wasted one of his free throws to peg Chad directly in his Gonads. As he was buckled over, we all took turns saying things like: "Haha, you look silly buckled over like that," and "Chad, I'm sorry you are injured (dramatic pause in order to convince him that we are serious about our empathy) Psych! Haha, you got PWN3D."
Chad friended me today on Facebook. I agreed to be his friend, only so I can now send him the following 6 facebook messages:
1) Sometimes you look like a disabled puma.
2) Sometimes I think you don't have any toes, because you fall over so much.
3) I want to shave Barry Manilow's initials into the back of your head, so that everyone will think you listen to Barry Manilow, and were recently on MTV's Fanatic: Barry Manilow's Biggest Fan.
4) You have fat knuckles.
5) Brett: You know your girlfriend?
Chad: Yes
Brett: You see this hickey on my neck?
Chad: Yes. Why?
Brett: Oh, no reason.
6) When I smell Goat Cheese, I look for you.
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got em son
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