Eat a scabrous death-dick, florida, you fucking lost! And then when the phillies' manager congratulated you on having a good season, (because he kind of has to be gracious) 40,000 people booed your cold, wet, miserable, game losing asses. I bet if he weren't being held to any kind of politeness standard, he'd have mooned you in front of god and everyone. I'd have gone and pissed on you.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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