Vince can't live without Getbig plain and simple. It was no longer then a month or so that this burt sack of mesquite grilled panda shit announced his departure from the boards while Rip Taylor tossed confetti in the air screaming "ttthhisss isstth it follkssth..sssthhay byee byee!" However, to this compellingly cretinous cocksmooches dismay, the plan to leave turns out to be, sorta whats fulla milk swinging with a half dollar sized nipple in tow, to-and-fro, from his fat fucking frame - a bust.
Vincent understands that this board is as much a part of his life as spending money on a plane ticket, hotel, and food to pose down at the clown show portion of a convention. Just for a split second, as that crooked ashy didget hits the reply button, Vince feels vindicated and accepted, but reality soon sets deep through that velcrow rug and he becomes just another douchant doin' the double-dutch bus, clad in in his bee pollen stained jock-strap, propeller cap & Ishtar nipple tassels.
