While on the topic of the Pistons, I would like to bring up an issue that has concerned me for the past two years.
As soon as the Pistons drafted Rodney Stuckey, I thought he had a striking resemblance to rapper 50 Cent.
Well, this summer, I made some calls, and I was able to have them meet each other in person. See for yourself.
I was right. Physically. Career-wise however, they are quite opposite. Stuckey has great potential to dominate basketball. 50 is well past his prime, yet he continues to act like he is the greatest entertainer ever. I mean its been 5 years since "In Da Club" came out. 50, you ain't no Stuckey.
In other news, I received my second and third free packages in the mail.
The first was a poster that shows a cow and says "see her as more than a meal."
It is from PETA and encourages me not to murder the souls of the bovine species.
I had a cheeseburger last night.
The second package was a Betty Crocker Molten Cake Mix.
All I have to do is add water and microwave! In order to
get the packages, I had to go to the mail center. I figured this would be similar to a post office: clean, organized, and bright.
However, this room could be the shadiest place in Grand Valley.
It is a mess, smells like pizza, it is dark, and crowded full of suspicios charactars milling around my precious boxed goods.
So if you do plan on sending a package to your favorite blogger,
don't label it in any way. Just brown boxes people. Have a splendid day,
P.S. I bought an air freshener (lilac) and it smells very nice in here.