My little brother got fired from his job today. I mean come on, dude. This is like your 3rd job this summer. So I hook Chris, aka Li’l Chris cause he’s a li’l punk ass bitch, up with this job bussing tables at the Hard Rock Cafe. I mean, how can you screw that up. Just pick up the plates, bro. Take to kitchen. You’re done. Except not Chris. He’s got to have a spazz attack on his 2nd night there.

It’s Monday night and The Hooters are getting ready to go on stage. Apparently there’s a couple roadies up there doing sound check or plugging shit in or whatever roadies do. Chris seems to think it would be a killer idea to bum rush the stage and act all rock star. Grabs the mic in his classy Pizz t-shirt, which his supe had already asked him to change and cranks out his best Linkin Park. I had just dropped the dope off for his shift and was chatting up the hostess, when I saw his boss flip his wig. He made it about 2 minutes into “Crawling” when Ed, the bouncer, tackled his skinny ass. And there goes my cred – not to mention my chances of scoring with Amy.

I am so gonna pound that kid!

Seriously, I have no idea who Li’l Chris is or why he’s playing a show at the Hard Rock Cafe in London. The Hooters must of canceled. Seriously.