Irony of the week: Phil "informed" me of that I was the biggest whiner, more then that of himself. This came from the boy that through a ball that did not belong to his being into an unmarked alley and refused to get it, even though the person who actually owned the ball didn't do shit to him. And then he refused to play football after and delayed my dad by approximately 5 minutes when it was my dad who offered to drive him home. And then when he finally agreed to play football he changed his mind and went fucking Transformers on us and became the one and only classic whinny bitch. OH, THE IRONY! Any off the doo-da, I will officially not stand for any more racial slurs on my person UNTIL I find a better racial slur for Whites, Mexicans, and Jews. Until then, I will not hold back from dropping anyone who does use them against me, unless I have tactically calculated that they in fact have the strategic edge and pure muscular capability to overpower me quickly and efficiently so that they may beat me before I can beat them. Not that I won't laugh at them before I kick your ass, but be forewarned.
I have lé información on lé summer: EVERYONE BE WITNESS- I have made a bet with George. The details of this bet follow:

George has bet me that I cannot learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer, which is defined as the first day of MY school year. I begged to differ, and have told George that I will in fact learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer. If I in fact DO learn how to trick rope and lasso by the end of this summer, then George will be my slave-for-a-day. If George wins the bet, then he will get something from me in return, which as of now has yet to be decided.

I WILL PREVAIL, AND SHOW THOSE THAT ARE NOT BELIEVERS THAT I AM THE URBAN COWBOY, RANGER OF THE WILD WILD midWEST!