Dear Boston Red Sox,
You. Are. Killing. Me.
That is all.
sincerely,
J.
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Looking for a way to get by on my looks and wit...and in the meantime, working for the Man a little too much.
About Me
- country roads
- a non-conforming product in a manufacturing office and owner of the last existing brain cell in my neighborhood.
8 comments:
Don't.
Get.
Me.
Started.
You ladies enjoying Rocktober? My team got ass raped this season, so I get to just sit back and chuckle now.
At least you're not a NY Giants fan (yes, it's football, but whatever). Being a Giants fan is like somebody coming up to you with a chocolate cake, and then throwing it into the river rather than letting you so much as lick the frosting.
Every single year.
Anyone have a cell phone? Someone call the wahhhmbulance!
ditto. to. the. raiders...
Awww, poor Onthevirg is just sad because his widdle Angels couldn't win a SINGLE FUCKING GAME.
That said, I'm dying.
Sorry bro.
GO TRIBE!
Enjoy Gagne and Drew, fellas! Serves you right for taking Roberts from us in '04.
Love,
The Dodgers.
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