666 Smakk
Happy AntiChrist Day to everyone! Yep today is 06/06/06. Expecting women everywhere are holding back their new child's birth with all their might. Regilous fanatics are hiding in closets clutching their bibles. Satanics are on pins and needles awaiting the doomsday action to kick in. Dog and cats are sleeping together. I'm sure today will end in a climatic event that hasn't been experienced since the horror of the Y2K bug. Hmmmm...guess this calls for a drink.

Mavs Party Smakk
So congrats to the little Mavericks for making it the NBA finals for the first time in their franchise history. Can't wait to see Dirk and the boys beat up on Shaq & Co.
But instead of talking about the victory like all the other smakk wannabes out there, instead I'll do a little recap of Dirty D's Mav Party that I attended on Sat night.

Started out with some calm standard fare of good grub from the grill and some cool buds to quench the thirst. Next thing I know, Big Wu has us playing some damn drinking card game called "Kings" or something but it should have just been called "Get All The Bitches Drunk". I was very impressed with his built for the date rape rule, "Everytime a guy drinks for anything, the girls have to match the drinks." Thank god most of our bunnies are already lushes or the BBQ would have been spewing.

Next thing I know the Mavs pull off the come from behind win and Dirty D starts sprinting towards the pool at full throttle so he can drop his pants in the drink for his full monty victory water ballet performance. Then some 13 year old girl's buck naked ass comes streaking by diving right in the pool with him. So I think the police are about to show up for some jailbait pool sex crime until I realize that it's actually Sosa's skinny ass. After a covert suggestion to Wu to grab Sosa's clothes from the ground, we get to watch D & Sosa walk back in the house covering their glory with wet t-shirts while the screams from bunnies start breaking glasses on the table.

And then someone decides it's time for me to give an instructional seminar on the art of shotgunning a beer which of course leads to Sosa breaking out his beer bong. After a few 2 second beers, Bunny & I call it a night as Loops, D & the rest of the crew head down to Gators (are you kidding me - Gators?) in the 817 to watch D swap spit with some random toothless Bedfordite.

NBA finals start on Thursday. It could get real ugly....