So I'm jumping onto this whole "blogging" deal kinda late, dudes. No worries. Bet it's a big deal to all of you, anyway, having a top-notch actor like me in here, right.
So...it's been awhile, okay? Cut me some slack.
I didn't show up to watch it, but they auctioned off my girl. Not a big deal, I guess. But she was a freaking '07 model; that stuff is vintage. They don't make bikes like her anymore. I picked up a chick with that thing pretty much every time I parked with it. Sure, I'm hot as hell - I mean seriously, would you ladies out there turn down a guy like me even without the bike? - but that model...that kind of torque.
You got no idea what it was like cruising on that thing while taking out the Strawberry Clan.
Maybe you got some idea...that was a sweet season finale.
Unless you're one of those purist Steel Samurai fans that's got a thing against bikes being on the show, in which case I'd tell you to get with the times, dudes. Bikes are cool.
What ticks me off the most about it is some twink got it. Like, some prodigy hotshot prosecutor rockstar. Who buys that, anyway. I was doing commercials when I was, like, three. More than enough raw talent, right there.
Been craving a nice Cognac lately. Maybe a Rémy Martin or a Martell Cordon Bleu, but seeing as liquor isn't even allowed in here, I'm trying to take my mind off it. Man, I'm not even an alcoholic, but they're sucking me dry over here.
I need some chicks to distract me.