Exiled from the blogosphere.

Brought before the inquisition.

My charge?

It’s blasphemous how on point my shit is.

Deuces to the LES.

Trading open bars for open skies.

One last round of LOLZ and Mexican Cokes with the squad?

Nah.

No goodbyes this times.

Peaced out quicker than Draper with a jumpoff.

I’ll confess.

Asked my barber to come with.

Dude’s post-modern Civil War reconstruction carpetbagger swag is still an inspiration.