Coral, the oft-crass, bitchy, class-of-her-own anti-hero has surely begun to piss me off. I'm predisposed to really liking Coral, seeing as how she and I shared some Cheetos my sophomore year of college, but Fattie pride is being strained. Coral's been steppin' to my girl Ruthie. You don't come out swinging against my Ruthie, we have far too much in common.

As we all know, if there is on thing that you don't do while I'm around, its kick the drunk out of a game. And, seriously guys, you don't do it to a dominating drunk, like my girl Ruthie! Miss Ruthie, I can relate. I've been kicked out of games before-- those girls were just scared when they kicked me off the scrabble table, much as they were scared when they eliminated you. Tell me 'superboulous' isn't a word.

Bitches.

Triple word score.

Oh ya, speaking of bullshitting for extra points and sophomore year, Mason got hacked. As a former member of the GMU community, I'd like to take this time to formally say goodbye to my social security number and hello to spam. And, of course, a warm welcome to the person who decides to steal my credit. Please take care of a lil sumthin' sumthin' for yo'self you'll be happy you did.. pay that really old cox cable bill I've let sit for the past couple o' years... honestly, they're really persistant.

Thanks! And enjoy the 27% APR!