Good morning Slap. Let me get right to it: shame on you.
I haven't read you all weekend and I came in to read about some hot industry back-stabbing or ship jumping. Instead I found threads whining about the good ol' days, people pontificating on Chad Ortiz's career (is this supposed to be Chaz?), and discussion regarding a woman named Flo.
Slap, I need more from you than this. I need drama. I need rumors and dirt. Pontificating is for pussies. Wondering is for wieners. Lamenting is for lame-asses. Questioning is for queers. We need good, solid, real, honest-to-goodness trash talking up in here. Feel free to start with me, but I'm not an industry insider so no one cares. And I'm a tough old broad, so your insults, though they may sting for a minute, will be forgotten by nightfall.
I want to hear stories that will make everyone into skateboarding squeal with horror, delight, or some combination of both. I want to hear how Javier Nuniez got caught getting fucked by his dog. I want to hear how Ray Barbee is getting ready to overthrow management at Element, destroying careers and reputations in the process. I want to read about Jay Adams running a successful Thai mail order bride operation.
Instead I have to make due with rehashes of Battle at The Berrics 27 and a bunch of kids calling each other fags because they do or don't like Ty Whatshisname.
Shame on you Slap. Shame on you.