kevorkian in da house...

i'm glad i'm dead, really... this was more like euthanasia than a murder at this point. the thought of having to try to find the murderer at this point was more like hell than where i really am... where, by the way, dwade, manu, and lbj dribble endlessly through an array of cones draped in pistons jerseys while the refs call a foul everytime they bump into one of them....hmmm

gotta go to class now-- oops, wait a minute, NO I DON'T