I've spent the best part of 120 long days surviving in this place, surrounded by overwhelmingly uncool people doing uncool things. You all know and have witnessed some of the lame things these guys have been doing so I don't need to go into them in any great detail today. The highlights though for those in the back; repeat auths of boring dorks who didn't do anything the first time around and won't do anything again. The lack of any meaningful, well, anything, just existing and ensuring the survival of the core unit of losers, which at this stage is solely out of spite to everyone else as they aren't enjoying it either, and killing heroes. Heroes like Joseph and JoePistone. We play the "no w/s required eulogy" bingo from one funeral to the next and around and around we go.

Boring. Time for Vinny to get off. BeefStroganoffer had the right idea and I find myself inspired by his actions. I will not be as successful as him because I've been a little bit too cool to train a gun of that size. However given the style radiating off me, hopefully I have enough to put out one or two dumpster fires first. And, without any doubt whatsoever, the grandest raging dumpster fire of uncoolness is Mokus.

Which brings me nicely to the point of my speech today. With my journey to becoming LHM for Joe_Ligambi successfully chronicled, I found it intolerable that I had to share street space with this guy who thinks he's a squirrel and watch on whilst he becomes a Godfather. A squirrel, guys. I mean seriously? Are we just going along with that because he lives inside Spike's purse or what? Have some pride. 13 tips that speech received. 13!

So now because of that atrocity, I want names and I want answers. Come out here and explain yourselves you awful tipsters. Why did you tip that monstrosity and what are you going to do to make it up to us?

Also I killed Wyzguy, 119 days old and I don't know a single thing about him. Was he LostBoy? Did he enjoy lobster ravioli for lunch? I guess we'll never know.