last night i had a great run-in with tony in the world of halo. naturally, tony is the worst player in the room, while simultaneously being the biggest shit-talker. this is beyond annoying, since he thinks he is gonna run his mouth all night because its my basically the third time in my life i have held an xbox controller. needless to say, i whipped his ass in the second game and shut him up to some degree.

on to moes for an hour or so to celebrate. the place was ridiculously packed with 85% gulliver alumni, and even some raiders that had school today. as soon as you see esquinazi and dj roll up to a bar, you know something is inherently wrong with the universe. it was disgusting. late to this place, to taco bell i go. but wait, oh my, its grandmaster smitty in the flesh, definitely looking a little bit "swollen" as his mom put it, but hey arent we all? i know i am.

-coach