hey, i recognize you - didn't you play the retarded quarterback?
i'm lost... i give up... celts by 30... no, no, pacers by 10, no, i mean celts in a tight one... or not... or definitely... i don't know what's going to happen... no one in their right or their wrong mind does... if there's any logic to this madness, it's that the celts lost a game that looked a lot more like a monster truck rally on tuesday, so they're bound to win tonight... and if there's anyone else out there like me who just wants it all to be over, i know what you're going through... stop the madness!!!
anyone see bronson today? no-hitter into the seventh... he's good, folks, he really is... i recall someone whose opinion usually depends on what the opposite of everyone else in the room thinks telling me recently that he stinks, that he'll go .500 this year, and all you need to do is look at his career record to see that's all he is - a .500 pitcher...
what this person failed to mention is that his .500 career record is in less than 30 starts meaning that no truly accurate gauge can be made on him yet, and that he now hasn't lost a decision since last summer... but other than that, he stinks... now if only someone, anyone, could get a hit with men on base... still, it's pretty cool to think that no one, not even manny, is hitting except damon, the ace and the no. 2 are hurt, the closer has been a basket case until four days ago and the big free-agent signee needs to throw 125 pitches to get through 5 innings and the boys are still 16-12, 2 and-a-half out of first and 5 up on the laughable yankees, who seemingly are about to be like "scanners" and see some very expensive exploding heads...
oooh, yeah... i forgot i promised the fabulous chacha that i woudn't spend too much time ripping the yanks... it's too bad cause i was about to get on a roll... well at any rate, time to crack a beer and watch game 6... surely there will be something noteworthy to write about after that... and by the way, here's a heartfelt thanks and adios to dave chappelle... he's done, bitch! lates.
anyone see bronson today? no-hitter into the seventh... he's good, folks, he really is... i recall someone whose opinion usually depends on what the opposite of everyone else in the room thinks telling me recently that he stinks, that he'll go .500 this year, and all you need to do is look at his career record to see that's all he is - a .500 pitcher...
what this person failed to mention is that his .500 career record is in less than 30 starts meaning that no truly accurate gauge can be made on him yet, and that he now hasn't lost a decision since last summer... but other than that, he stinks... now if only someone, anyone, could get a hit with men on base... still, it's pretty cool to think that no one, not even manny, is hitting except damon, the ace and the no. 2 are hurt, the closer has been a basket case until four days ago and the big free-agent signee needs to throw 125 pitches to get through 5 innings and the boys are still 16-12, 2 and-a-half out of first and 5 up on the laughable yankees, who seemingly are about to be like "scanners" and see some very expensive exploding heads...
oooh, yeah... i forgot i promised the fabulous chacha that i woudn't spend too much time ripping the yanks... it's too bad cause i was about to get on a roll... well at any rate, time to crack a beer and watch game 6... surely there will be something noteworthy to write about after that... and by the way, here's a heartfelt thanks and adios to dave chappelle... he's done, bitch! lates.
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