RustyUnderScoreGuy reports on gapic (btw. We're all gapers ) that my old pal Juan Pierre took a few diggers here in the Color red.
Hey Juan Pierre. I'm glad to hear you're going to be okay, nothing that won't keep you from making turnz next year.
But here's what pees me off. Juan Pierre once wrote something like, "...if goin big is your thing, than SCSA is your guy." Something like that.
So the he/she/it comes all the way out to the Color red, probably in the Silver Bullet. He/she/it gets some surgery, breaks a few bones.
All without me.
He/she/it didn't even call me.
Hey Juan Pierre. I thought we were in the same boat, that I was your man? WTF!? This is the kind of treatment I get?
Juan Pierre. Next time you come out to the Color red for future attempts of this same situation, would you please look me up? Why would you want to make turns in Slummit, with scurvy dogs like Barnes, RustyUnderScoreGuy, CDC, SnoKarver (that frikkin SnoKarver), or that weazel, PinHed?
You could have broken your bones in style, with me @ the Big Show. We could have gone up valley to Hasben. But doing what you did in Slummit? Excuse me? That's so hoi polloi.
Bill Walton:
"Juan Pierre just can't seem to throw it down anymore. He needs to go over the pass, go to SCSA's Big Man Camp."