Bastards Eric, Matt and Jay called an emergency assembly in Nashville this past Saturday. And as three bastards is all we need for a quorum (Bastard Charter, Article 1, Section 8, Clause 1), several pressing orders of business were addressed. Perhaps the most surprising was Grand Poobah's closing pronouncement, which I quote word-for-word below:
Joe is no longer Consigliari. He's going to be our lawyer in Vegas. That's no reflection on Joe it's just the way I want it.
If we had a Sicilian, we wouldn't be in this mess.
ReplyDeleteNext time, wear hoods when you're out in public. Not the white ones, of course, but maybe the plaid ones. Also, I think I see a fucking WINE glass on the table.
ReplyDeleteMatt was the wine-drinking bastard!
ReplyDeleteJoe: Eric, why am I out?
ReplyDeleteI like how it took Jay 2.3 seconds to sell Matt down the river.
ReplyDeletePoobah: "You're not a wartime Consiglieri, Joe. Wartime consiglieris do not post about Neko. Things could get rough with the move we're making."
ReplyDeleteI was going to bitch about having to go to Vegas, but anything for the team. Remind me who we're at war with...
ReplyDeleteShit. I forget - I think we're at war with any Raleigh-Durham area preparatory academies competing with Dave for music video supremacy.
ReplyDeleteAnd you can bang cocktail waitresses 2 at a time there!
ReplyDeleteI had to drink wine to try to bring a little sophistication to the emergency meaning. After Jay wiped the vomit off Eric's face from doing body shots of Jagermeister off the maitre'd, we need a little more class to the affair.
ReplyDeleteI love the smell of Jagermeister in the morning.
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