“Don’t you go dyin’ on me now!”
That may be from Dumb and Dumber, but the same applies to the moniker “Pac-Man” that will be harder to shake than a case of the crabs from a stripper in Vegas.
I took over here after a long hiatus during Pac-Man’s suspension. I managed to visit his old haunts of “scrip” (strip) clubs, casinos and clubs around America…toured his now foreclosed house in suburban Nashville and when I got really bored, I broke out the Monopoly board and took all the play money out and made it rain on myself just for old times sake.
Now that the new “Praying for Don Imus“, squeaky clean version of “don’t call me Pac-Man” Jones is back and ready to start camp for the Cowboys. He claims its because there’s so much negativity behind it, he just wants to be Mr. Jones like the Counting Crows song goes…well, it ain’t “Mr. Jones and Me” around these parts you bastard. We are gonna need to cue up Prince and Purple Rain for the “Cornerback formerly known as Pac-Man”. You’re going to kill my site, don’t you understand how Google works Adam?!? Go ahead and be Adam for a while, but you’ll always be Pac-Man here.Tags: Adam Jones, casino, club, Counting Crows, Cowboys, Don Imus, Google, make it rain, Monopoly, Mr. Jones, Pac-man, Pacman Jones, strip clubs, stripper