It was late February. The snow was falling outside and two snotty-nosed BC freshmen thought to themselves, hey, maybe we should start a blog. We like sports, we can kinda sorta write, I can't spell, Mucc can make people laugh, we had all the ingredients necessary to get this thing off the ground. And so, Unbelievable Scenes was born. Before long things started taking off. 300 hits a day and more bitches than we knew what to do with. We were just starting to get big and then, out of nowhere, we were dealing with demons. Mice crawling around calling Mucc and I little pretty boy paper champs behind our backs and then scurrying away before we could get a look at em. I tell you what though, no one, I repeat, no one, fucks with the Scenes. We got that fucker and we got him good. Things have changed around these parts since then. I mean, my beards really coming in a lot better than it used to, we're no longer lowly little freshmen... oh wait, still got a week left as the team bitch frosh, but the blog's really skyrocketed since then. No? We're getting 300 hits a day like we were then? Shit, maybe things haven't really changed after all. But just like my beard and the blog, my killer instinct is still on point. We got another one! That's two, count em, two, mice on the year! Just sitting there minding my own business and badabing badaboom, dead mouse in Claver 205. Immediately skinned and mounted, I'm batting a thousand this year and I just want everyone to know it. Why I wasn't used as Obama's "asset" I'm just not sure. Motherfucker would've been dead years ago.
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