It's official. We've wrapped up first place in both the Monday (see prior post) and Wednesday night leagues. I just got home from administering a 15-2 curb checking to some scrub team named Beer. Good name. Shitty players.
Give me my damn T-shirt. XL, please.
Now the only thing left to play for is a perfect record.
Also, I killed the crickets. And I feel very good about myself now.
Screw Bob and his Enzyte. Guys, if you feel like a loser, kill something. Then you're a real man.
and if you know what movie I'm talking about up there, you're alright in my book.
(Idon'tgiveoutbonuspoints)
I apologize for the lack of half-nekkidness. It's all the Sprint Store's fault. Blame them.
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