I could stand up right now and tell the world who I am on the internet. I could have plus internets all of a sudden because now my opinion is valued more based on who I am. You fuckers buy right into that shit. Time and time again. And I am here to make sure the honesty is still here. Period. Christ, my guild knew Brett Favre was going to be in Winterpark on Monday, and I let the cat out of the bag on Sunday. To which I think only Wodin saw it. I fucking love that fucker. (Wodin... me and you bitch)
But I am not going to sell out. Ever. I love people hating my ass. Go ahead and hate it like Richard Simmons on a meth bender. I don"t give a fuck.
At least I didn"t sell out. At least I really do love games. At least I am not a gimmick that conforms like a lot of other shithole here because they are talking to a famous person (By the way, let me clue you in, all of you faggots, you too flight even though you rock.. talk to more celebrities than you even fucking know. We come here because our opinions are validated or flamed not based on who we are, but what we talk about)