General Malaise
Footballguy
So it's 8:45pm and I just walked in the door after listening to you puke all over yourself up on the bump tonight in a game your team had in the bag, handedly, before you took the mound and managed to just crap all over yourself. And I've decided that after this latest outbreak of diamond disease you manage to bring with the regularity of a prune eater, I'm going to spend the rest of my night shopping for your baseball cards on Ebay. And Kevin, I've never even been on Ebay before. But I plan to learn tonight. And I also plan to spend all the money I have in my bank account, my kids' piggy banks and the cushions of my sofas to snatch up all your cards so I can then put them in a pile...
AND ####### POOP AND PISS ALL OVER THEM, YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF TURD DROPPINGS!!!!
A base clearing double to Yori Torrealba, huh? Yori freaking Torrealba. Brad Lidge thinks that's funny, sperm breath. And that followed an incredible bases loaded walk to drive in run number 1. How the hell do you have a job, Kevin? Oh, I know. It's the Giant's bull pen. They called me for an audition, but I actually know where the ####### strike zone is, jizz gobbler.
Go back to sacking groceries, Kevin. But refund my $29.50 first, you #### thrower. What a crock.
AND ####### POOP AND PISS ALL OVER THEM, YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF TURD DROPPINGS!!!!



A base clearing double to Yori Torrealba, huh? Yori freaking Torrealba. Brad Lidge thinks that's funny, sperm breath. And that followed an incredible bases loaded walk to drive in run number 1. How the hell do you have a job, Kevin? Oh, I know. It's the Giant's bull pen. They called me for an audition, but I actually know where the ####### strike zone is, jizz gobbler.
Go back to sacking groceries, Kevin. But refund my $29.50 first, you #### thrower. What a crock.