I...am...so...tired...from...running...back...and...forth...to...this... stage...with...these...damn...envelopes.
Alright, I've got my breath now. Gotta cut back on those cancer sticks. Let me take a peek in here. Who's gonna know? That loud guy over there eating Cheez Doodles? He's too busy rolling his eyes at the bald dude on TV yelling in front of a palm tree and a poster of JJ Redick.
Slllloooowwwwly. Not too oooooobvious, now.
O-M-R-I C-A-S-S-P-I. Never heard of him. Sounds French. I dunno. Should I go back and make sure this isn't somebody's lunch order? Uh-oh. Too late. That little bossy guy just ripped the thing right out of my hand! He sure is impatient.
I heard somebody smart say we have too many rookies and we could use a tough player who has a 'stache overseas for a few years. I don't know too many tough French guys, especially with 'staches. Maybe I'm the smart one and that guy was a tool. Whatever. I need to rest for the second round. Man, I miss that second round pick reader dude that used to work here. Wonder where he is?
Eh. Peace, suckas. Skippy out.
Coming to the Hennepin County Gun Show, 2011.The Los Angeles Lakers are on the clock.
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