Fee Fi Fo Fuck Yo' Shit!

Jackals Den is fixin' for a Renaissance, bitch. The Den's been sleepier than BabyFace's hippie drummer buddies after partying every night and getting awesome and some degree, it's not certain which, of wet dick getting. In more recent JackalNews, Rusty T. has been showing up some veterans around the Den. Pontius' Senior was pretty awesome on H Street last weekend. It's quite possible BMR & SS got a glimpse of the elusive non-profit vixen that's making a volunteer out of Pontius. SS scored a double introduction, which is almost unheard of. Ball Deep is gettin' Jersey Shore on a bitch. Not much from him, but I'm willing to bet Madolo and Donnie Darko are holdin' down the Windjammer. Let's turn our short attention span toward the one we call Voicemail. This past weekend saw the first chink in his armor. Dude denied awesome getters, namely one of the poorest attended housewarming parties in millenia for a Natinals game with his future mother-in-law. The following night, VM shot down a backyard BBQ, then proceeded to textvite ninjas to roll through HIS dojo and asked THEM to bring the sake. Now the BBQ was quite marriage-laden and wrapped up madd early, but still. Miller and I proceeded to Hooters(you would think this place is jackal, but it comes across as artificial jackaldom in practice) and watched the UFC. Head, The Wiz, sorry to hear about your gay genes.