Hello peoples!
Eet is Goran here, and although I am still black belt first star DJ and bookie in GTA, I must say I not feel like myself today. On St. Patrick Day I went to go to little bug’s house so to eat his dog and collect rest of gambling debt he owe to me. He no answer door, but I know he there because I hear him sneeze, which he do when nervous. Eet is his tell in poker. Anyway, as I kick door, I see bunch of college frat boys painted green. They get alligator drunk to celebrate the Irish snakes, and I join in. It good fun, like Moscow schoolyard!
So we have good time in their party house and then I ask them where the skanks at and some boy tell me go to Madison pub for the whores and so I go there. I ask cougar lady if she want it gangster style and she say nothing, so I say, “Don’t hear me St. Fatrick! What your problem? You lucky I even spit at you!” And then I spit on her, but this not Irish style and big brawl ensue. Next day I wake up in leetle park with hobo men, so not feel good today.
I find out just moments ago that not called Blob, but Blog. My bad. I feel like pigeon. Sometimes my English not so good. After today I give BLOG back to bug, as his debt now paid through advertising on site, but if he fail to pay again, I come back.
If need DJ service call Goran at 905. 668. 2323.
I rock casbah and make all the bitches sweat!