Here's a confession: I'm in love with a man. What? I'm in love with a man... a man named God. Does that make me gay? Am I gay for God? You betcha.

In case you are out of the loop...Nicole capped G-BayBay outside Buffalo Wild Wings and in turn one the...but that's OLD news...there is a new game a-brewin...new game...new faces...same outcome...last assassin alive wins...this time there is money involved...it's gonna get dirty...much like RealWorld - RoadRules Challenge there will be alliances, and backstabbing...in this game you can't trust anyone...so talk soft and carry a big spoon...or a grenade should do the job just right...be excellent to eachother...I'll be seeing you soon...

-The Brain

And then there were...Dos...

An upset for the ages...late last night a certain secret assassin was...picked off the list of 'things to do'...hours after 'the Massascre' and the infamous 'McFlurry Hit', a cozy night with friends at a local bar turned into a bloody mess of brains and brewskis...it went down like this...

keepin a close watch of the front door (the only way into the bar)...his back was to a wall and the Men's bathroom...there was absolutely no way to sneak up behind this man...until a little lady assassin found a friend in a drunk old man at that bar, as well as a couple dead assassins and the only other hitman left in the game...they worked like a team...and took out the most feared assassin of them all...she was pulled through a tiny window in the men's water closet...the only way to get behind her mark...got to give her credit it was clever...so she climbed in the window, shaded her eyes from the exposed man-bits in the bathroom...creeped out the bathroom door and lofted a sweet purple grenade, striking Fugazzi in the head and blowing him to pieces...well-played my dear...wizard cat awards you 6.5 wands for you magnificent display of teamwork and disregard for the skin on your elbows...

This is all that was left of my secret man in the field...

Holy Effin Ess...

Do my hands hurt....I'm The Brain gah-damn it, not The Stenographer, know what i'm saying?

This is Lolita, well this was...you get it by now. While out enjoying a delicious dessert type snack from that retarded red headed clown we love to hate with, his stupid shoes, and his dastardly tran fats, she was stabbed.

By a spoon! I LOVE THIS GAME!!

Stabbed by a man she thought she could trust, in the back, while eating ice cream.

Friends, the world is a cold, cold place.

Now i'm hungry...Fugazzi, bring me ice cream!!
And please, please kill that damn clown while your there.

AAB Massacre part Deux!!

Hi I'm Tom!!

Hi your dead!!

OH! The medical examiners report said this man died from an overdose of sick burns!

Haha that was pretty good, The Brain is in rare form, so many deadzies, we luvz it.

Anyhoo, Tom had just killed Andy ( scroll down), he was basking in the warm, dangerous, 16 year old girl like embrace of victory. He decided to take a moment to mock the person he had just slain, excellent form I say.

But he didn't enjoy it for long, all of a sudden he was mortally wounded by an R.P.G. For those of you who don't know, R.P.G. stands for Roflzooka Propelled Grenade...get it? The R.P.G. was fired by another assassin who was at the AAB building this fateful night. He laid silent as stone while Tom ended Andy, and when the timing was perfect, he pulled the trigger of that Chinese manufactured, e-bay bought Roflzooka. As the Tom and the grenade were on their way to their first, and last date, the assassin sped off into the night.

This was a great night....and its only bound to get better.

El Cerebro

(this blog avaible en espanol, marque SAP)

Back to school, baaack to school, what the? DEAD.

I' d like to tell a story. Not about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. No...dont take a minute and sit right there.....shut up! Let the brain speak.

Thank you

This gentlemen above is Andy. Andy is dead, here's how...

Tonight a legend was created, something the history channel will probly run for 7 nights in a row in 10 years.

This is the legend of The Massacre at The AAB Building. Andy was heading back to his car after a long day of work, and a long night of classes, heres to my man getting his brain up, but you know hes not smarter than me. As Andy laid his bags in the car he was brutally tagged in the chest with a grenade by an assassin who was laying in wait.

Kids, school is good for you, thats just facts. But in this game, nothing is good for you.

Hooked on phonics did not work for him.

Day 3...in the shadows...

Dear Possible Life I Must Take,

I'm a death dealer. I'm Fugazzi. I'm invisible to the world. I'm nothing more than your reaper. I'm coming for you. Fin.

Sincerely,

Fugazzi

ps.- Boobert T. Washington...classic!

dos personas han muerto. Sólo hay seis almas que quedan en el planeta.

vrrooom...vrrooom! ::screeeeeeeeeech:: Pop! pop! ...that's right...whoever said 'second is the best' was not talking about Boobert T. Washington. Not only is he NOT the best, the kid got popped in the back of the head with a sniper's rubberband...so...let's put our heads down and give a moment of silence...nah fuck it...Boobers was the second fool killed...he is now out of the game...in the GAME of ASSASSINS, there are no backsies, or reversies...he's gone...so we'll just throw a pic of him up on the blog in his memory..hey...boobs...at least you lasted longer than Joey Nix...

and the game carries on...without the two weakest assassins...watch your back ladies...there's someone lurking in the shadows...and they're trying to kill you...Good luck...in life.

Love Always,

The Brain