First off, I settled things with that punk Border Collie next door. He thought I was pretending to be Cash, but I assured him I was the real thing. He gets a lot of dogs coming around saying that they are Cash in order to get half his dog treats as a tribute. I can't blame him for being cautious, if I wasn't me, I'd want to be me. Does that sentence make sense?
Regardless, I made a lot of money today. I had my friend Herm Edwards get the Chiefs to take out Tom Brady, and they didn't disappoint.
Sorry, Murk, Malach, Col. Col., Mooooog, and other Pats fans, I know you wanted to win the Super Bowl this year (especially after last year)
but you have no idea how much money I made betting on Brady getting hurt in this game. My Revolution is never going to have to worry about bouncing a check again.
In other news, I found a groundhog in the neighborhood. Needless to say, I wasn't happy about this. He's probably having tea parties all over the place. Drink up, friend, you will soon learn what
Cash does to groundhogs!
And finally, I've been keeping tabs on this cat in the neighborhood. I caught it trying to steal my daddy's truck.
You better take care of that pesky to-do list, kitty, your time is coming!
LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!