Alright already, alot of you followers have ask me to reveal the true identity of Blackbush, and myself.
I do believe that it is time to finally let you know who you're dealing with here. After all, we are the masters of the MOVE.
Blackbush and I watched the super bowl at his lovely home, that's me on the right. Our two beautiful "wenches were busy in the "scrapbooking" room, aka underwear pillow fight!!!! YEA BABY YEA!!!
Now Blackbush is a pretty allright guy, but I gotta tell ya, he can't cook to save his life. When I got there all he was serving was citrus and some dried up wafer cracker. I think he was worried about me getting scurvy or something.
I pushed him out of the kitchen, or galley as he calls it, and whipped us up a couple bowls of pourage. He complaind that his was too hot, although mine was just right. When I told him to shut his cake hole, he got all bent and came back with "Get out of my face, or I'm gonna roundhouse your ass!"
I don't know where that came from, but I couldn't let him get a way with it, so I replied " I'm going to take a pillowcase and fill it full of bars of soap and beat the shit out of you!"
Blackbush: "Did we just become best friends?"
Me: Yep! Do you wanna do karate in the garage?
Blackbush: Yep!
And so the GOT MOVE legends were born!!
