*Guy sat on a boat in the middle of Lake Ponchatrain. Around him were FEMA boats, still trying to argue over what should be done with the levies with huricane season fast approaching. Half of them wanted to route the money to Alaska so that it can get to Louisiana in time. The other half was wondering how much it would cost them to lose it in the books. One thing was for sure, they all agreed that they needed a raise for the hard work they did.*
*Guy drowns them all in the lake and people on shore cheer.*
*Sitting on the boat, sipping his Southern Comfort, Guy ponders what he will do with the NFW and the playoffs. He had just failed to win a spot into the New South and fell further from a chance at the playoffs. Sure he had a good showing, but with Miles cracking down, Guy knew he needed to step it up in Week 10. He had decided, no matter who they knew at him, he was going to win. Now he just needed to make sure he drank enough to remember that.*
GUY: Gotta tri not ta suck, mi!
*Guy falls in the water.*
*Guy drowns them all in the lake and people on shore cheer.*
*Sitting on the boat, sipping his Southern Comfort, Guy ponders what he will do with the NFW and the playoffs. He had just failed to win a spot into the New South and fell further from a chance at the playoffs. Sure he had a good showing, but with Miles cracking down, Guy knew he needed to step it up in Week 10. He had decided, no matter who they knew at him, he was going to win. Now he just needed to make sure he drank enough to remember that.*
GUY: Gotta tri not ta suck, mi!
*Guy falls in the water.*