the secret history of airplane sabotage

So bitches guess whose ass is going to the gotdamn WORLD SERIES TOMORROW. Yes it's yours truly. Mr. Pickles has this friend, Shiv, who got us tickets and shit. He is a functionary of the First National Bank of Cicero and as you might imagine, has mob connections. By day he is a very competent dark field microscopist, but that is beside the point. He got us tickets and we will be there to see the Sox THROW DOWN. I can't wait to see those Astros get Pierzynskied.

As you may know, I grew up on the SOUT SIIIDE and I am happy to see the boyz in black from da hood finally making good and happy to know that they will bring Chicago back to baseball glory before those pansy ass Northsiders can get their shit together. WTF Wrigleyville y'all are a bunch of mofos who pee in people's yards and shit. No class whatsoever. I've never seen a Sox fan pee in anybody's yard, and that alone is reason enough to love them.

I gotsta head out and hit up Super Bowl. I'm diggin' on this chick from way back in the DeKalb days and shit and Ima roll up in my fine new vehicle, and she'll never know that I borrowed that shit because as per usual I'm sure things will go well for all of two weeks and then I'll never see her except when I run into her up at the Jewel and she pretends she doesn't know me because she's tryin' to mack on some OG who's all up in the dough and shit but yo, peace out and have a good night all.