Welcome to the Bip Report.
"Doh!"
Damn it, it looks like I missed an awesome basketball game. Damn you math homework, damn you! Thanks anyway for the invite Gayna. This, however, does not put you on the exclusive Friends of the Bip Report. In fact, Gayna, it is impossible for you to join this elite club. And Cindy too (for destroying Eudora).
Anyway, the game was apparently pretty damn decent. Number 4 in the nation my ass, Stanford. Lucky is more like it. 87-85 we lost, at the last seconds. Damn.
"A little interview"
Today, I will be interviewing my The Bip, not to be confused with myself. The Bip will be talking about what happened in his Statistics and Economics discusion group today.
Now why don't you know your role, and shut your damn mouth, Bip Report. The Bip can tell the thousands and thousands of fans out there the story better than your candy ass can.
Now where was I? Ah yes. The Bip walked into his Economics class today, to learn about how The Bip can keep his palacial estate atop the North Side of Berkeley in its pristine condition. The GSI talked about supply, demand, and elasticity. For example. The demand for reading THE Most Electrifying Report in E-Mail Entertainment Today is off the charts. But there is only ONE Bip to supply it. And it's inelastic, because the thousands and thousands of The Bip's fans will do anything, and The Bip means ANYthing, to get their hands on another Bip Report.
So while The Bip is sitting in class learning all this, this damned jabrony candy ass decides he wants to speak up. This two bit piece of trailer trash decides he wants to speak up, while The Bip is busy contemplating how he can use this information to increase his mutli-million dollar wardrobe. This guy looks like about ten pounds of monkey crap in a five pound bag. He comes into class thinking he's a Big Shot, thinking he is The Bip...
Well The Bip would just as soon lay the smack down on that jabrony. He starts talking about things that no one in the class gives a DAMN about. He starts questioning the basic principles of economic theory that have been developed over centuries of research, just because he's too much of a moron to understand it. The Bip wanted to tell that jabrony to know his damn role, and shut his damn mouth.
And then the same damn thing happened in Statistics Discusion. The GSI was going over a test that The Bip got a perfect on. But some poor piece of trash girl decided that her answer to a question was better than the right way, The Bip's way. She started questioning the right method to solve the problem just because she didn't do it and didn't understand it. Well if you weren't busy being a stupid candy ass, then you wouldn't have got the problem right. If there was a teeny, tiny, speck of anything in that damn head of hers, she would have understood the problem, and everything would have been copasetic. But The Bip has a feeling that if a big monkey took a crap in the middle of the class, then that crap would still be smarter than this jabrony. She looked like she wanted to check herself into the Luxurious Smack Down Hotel on Know Your Role Blvd. and Jabrony Drive. But the GSI eventually cleared up the situation, and told her she was wrong as nicely as he could.
Well that sounds like an interesting day Bip. Thank you very much.
That about wraps it up for today. So until next time, diamonds are forever, and so is The Rock.
BIP