Hey Noochi fans!! Y'all are never going to believe what happened to my ass today. Da Toid and I went to da Braddock golf toynament and no sooner dan we walked into da toynament, I got run over by Letravis Goyman in a golf cart. It was one of those dump-cart golf carts going about 30 mph. I flipped over the cart and ended up face-first in a nice pile of duck crap.
I never saw dat tard coming. And apparently he never saw my ass. He was coming off of a side road, drivin' wit his left hand and jackin' wit his right and bastid didn't stop--even afta he hit my ass. I may have a broken left wrist (typing one-handed right now--though I'm typing wit one hand not because da uta is hoyt but because my udda hand is massagin little Noochi). Nonetheless I have to go for xrays tomorrow. Da chair of the tournament, Judge Jennings came and saw me and gave da Toid a luxury box pass to the 17th hole--he had udda plans for my ass. I waited on the GBLT crowd hand and foot. I was foiced to give dem free beer, food all day, lap dances--and my phone numba. Full VIP treatment.
When dat tard Letravis hit my ass I got up wanting to fight. I was mad as hell. When I realized dat I haven't won a wrestling match in 4 or so years, I had to put da brakes on it. Dat was da ha'dest part, I could have done something really stupid and had to eat jelly--prizum style.
Monday, September 19, 2011
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