Jesus Christ, yesterday was one of the worst games ever. The weather was gloomy, it was muddy as fuck (I HATE MUD!), I batted with the bases loaded and didn't hit my trademark grand slam, and I made an "error." Somehow with rain pouring into my eyes and wind swirling around me, I wasn't able to catch a fly ball. Then, oh-so-conveniently, they
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Imagine it, Omar a transvestite hooker walking the street for money... then getting kicked in the junk by a crazy hobo.
I have imagined it many times about Ellison... except he gets stabbed in the neck too... and he's not a transvestite hooker... and a crazy hobo isn't stabbing him, I am... and he's also ran over by a truck.... I'm going to stop now.
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