(Kneeling) Giddy and innocent as hale, the new guy, George. Nice guy. A little too nice for this shitty blog, but we’ll see how it goes. He enthusiastically informed us he’s interviewing Ghostface in a few weeks…I wanted to throw up.
(Grey Hoody) Marty. The voice of reason.
(In the middle…the one that knows what
my the kids like.) JKLXVNIN. I apologized to him for my drunken attacks and overbearing personality. 2 cute black chicks approached him, and asked if he’s the guy that runs Purple Trill Night. I wanted to throw up.
(Next to me) DJ Knife. I apologized to him for my drunken attacks and overbearing personality. He in turn, bought me drinks and continued to be the nice guy he is to everyone, which made me hate myself and want to throw up.
(Perched on Bernie Rosenberg with the ceiling missing) DJ ON&ON. I was concerned with my appearance due to a sex-related accident I had that did damage to my nose. I’ll tell you about it in a few days.
(Not Pictured) Sleazy Trees. It’s better he didn’t show up. He would have dominated the conversation talking about formatting and blog functionality.