Clever, huh? Came up with it mahself. -pokes at chest-
So here's the steez in case you didn't DVR the last few episodes of "The Young and the Maskless." Superkicks were thrown, words
were said, and straws were broken. Sugar D finally said enough was enough and said enough of this F.I.S.T. business. The cheating,
the bad haircuts, and I'll will ain't me. It ain't D.
You know what else ain't D? Being told what works best for me. We tried the "office" way. It was wack.
Justin Bieber rapping wack. NBA Lockout wack. Wiggity-wiggity-wack; shout outs to Kris Kross. First Captain America movie wack.
So now that a smart choice has been made; I look forward to free agency. Got no clue what I'm gonna do next. I DO know this: the first
step I take out the curtain without that fist on my chest; it's gonna be like my first breath ever.
I can't wait.
I-Back, why couldn't you just listen to me about cheating? Why didn't you ever have my back the way I had yours? Why didn't you
really go hard for ME in F.I.S.T. when it counted? Just so we're straight - I never needed your help to win matches. It was you who needed me.
Far as I'm concerned - your new tag partner can be that chicken scratch you call a tattoo.