ShagmoorLounge

January 05, 2006

The big show was a big success. A lot of fucking people came. The doc was a little freaked, but not as much as those fucking assholes who live upstairs from him. That chick was a fucking psycho bitch "And just what exactly is going on in here?" Nunya, bitch. I thought the Shug was gonna have to clean her hubby's birdcage, but it turned out all right. They finally just gave us the stink eye and shut the fuck up. The doc told me they wrote a complaint to the housing people. Too fucking bad, little bitches. Oh, and guess where they're from? NYC of course. That's why they're such little bitches.

So everyone sold and made money. We even ended up selling the drinks and the food. That was supposed to be complimentary, but people kind of assumed so that Carey chick started selling everything for a buck. I hope she made gas dollahs. My wife sold almost 100% of her shit. I'm glad for her. Now she's got legit clients out here so for damn sure she's not going anywhere. I told her I'd take her to NYC or Paris in the Spring. That should make her happy for a while.

What else? Oh, yeah. Happy Fucking New Year. Now everybody fuck off and give me some time to get some shit done. I'm behind it and I don't like it like that.

The Shadow knows 5:51 PM
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