This Is Our Concern Dude

With all the pre-ordering that my card is going to be suffering in the coming months, I feel like I should buy an "I'm sorry" card and place it directly into my wallet.  Not to mention my social life outside of video games. So long, all three friends I have outside the digital world. So long, whatever hours I considered sleeping in. Come to think about it, this may be one of those situations where spending money might actually result in me saving money.  Oh, what's that? You want me to come out with you and be in public and be around people I don't feel like being around and spending $5,000 on a poorly made house vodka and Red Bull? GET LOST, NERDS!! I've been trying to find some games to invest in which will occupy my time while I'm inevitably banned from communications because some turd reported me for WHOOPIN' DAT ASS in Rocket League. I broke it down to my top 3, with an honorable mention...because that's how awards are given out nowadays...

Ok, Jimmy.  Here's the plan. I am going to get fired, Coach the Twolves, and then rob those GarPax fuckers blind in a trade for you. Ok, so it happened. Jimmy Butler finally got traded. This should be good right?? All Bulls fans have heard for the last couple of years is that we were getting a couple of those sweet sweet Brooklyn picks from the Celtics plus players. It was going to be a king's ransom! We were gonna start the rebuild and start it the right way! Holy shit we were all wrong... 

Like Reese Bobby returning to his son, Ricky, We have made our booze soaked return. We're back! It's been the better part of a decade since this site has been touched, but unlike your deadbeat Dad who left to buy smokes 15 years ago, we've actually come back! Yes, we have gained some weight (except for Mikey) and we might not be as attractive as we were 8 years ago (again, except for Mikey...man, fuck that guy).