JangoFett4Hire

Todd Walker with a dingah, 4-3 sox lead.

I believe Johnson said that first...

Bases loaded in the top of the third of Manny... 2 outs...

Woke up late, it was quarter to noon, just thought I had to be at Fenway soon. Gotta get drunk, before the game begins 4.25 Draughts costs a lot when your drinkin. About to go, and near went blind, damn yankees fans showin' their behinds. I went inside to get my yankees suck shirt, and my yankees beatin' stick. I bailed outside with my Sox cap on, Nomars gonna knock one without question. I jumped on the T and paid my fare, it's better than payin 20 bucks to park there. Watchin the game at FENWAY-- I was sittin in the bleachers on a hot sunday, it was strike strike, Put up another K, Pedro's workin on his low E.R.A. Sitting in the bleachers in my 14 dollar seats, eatin fenway franks, and cracker jack treats. Went to concessions for another beer, knuckle-heads out there said 2 drink MAX Yankees talkin Shit, won't ya know, So i reached back like a good fan, and slapped that HO. Now Jeters at the plate, and he's startin to shout, so Pedro threw a fastball, and struck his suck-ass out. Cuz Pedro's on the mound, and he's gonna throw hard, Comin' talkin that trash, and he'll pull your card. Knowing nothing in life, than to swing at it, Don't talk spanish Pedro, I can't comprendo it. (Lots of spanish words) Yankees will always suck my ass, Pedro's on the mound, he's throwin his spanish Fly.

Count me in.Bring back Eagen420 too, please.

Sox jump to a quick lead, and Pedro was well... Pedro 1-0 in Oakland after 1 full frame.

(Steps up to the stage with a choir consisting of Bob Barron, Kotzenjudge, Spider Poet, Mole, One Bad Apple and Buffy Beast... Converge is there too! [Jango] 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inter-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mñma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong We're not really able to spend all alone before he left, (?), to a ball of power Thousands of thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh! [ TSM Chorus: 2X] [Jango] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang [TSM Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Jango] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something [TSM Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Jango] Yeah! Uhh-huh [Converge] Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boi and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek Outkast bumpin' up and down the street Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub Should have held back, but you throwed the punch 'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to-the U to-the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan Never turn my back on my kids for them Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top) Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the quarters Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL boi you better not hide cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah! [Chorus: 2X] [Jango] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang [Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Jango] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something [Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! [Jango] Yeah! Uhh-huh [TSM Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah [Jango and Converge] Bob your head. Rag top. [TSM Choir: 23X] Bible music. Electric revival.

Guys, please. Leave your petty war out of my thread. I don't go into your threads flaming my enemies, do I? YNA: Bad choice. Hannigan can at least entertain herself with a flute.

Well?

I'm sending this shit out to Youth N Asia The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road The car is the thing on the road That takes you back to your abode The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road Bummed is what you are When you go out to your car and it's been towed I woke up one morning in November And I realized I love you It's not your headlights in front Your tailpipe, or the skylight above you It's the way you cling to the road When the wind tries to shove you I'd never go riding away And come back home without you

Alfdogg, you slut.

hey, who's been voting? How many YNA's are there? Douchebags...

It's brewed in New Hampshire. They have a great brown ale that rivals Newcastle. They call it "Old Brown Dog..." www.smuttynose.com

I'd like to get drink with Bob Barron SpiderPoet MikeSC Vyce Bob Barron again

Yeah, back in college I had to get buy on MGD 30 packs. It wasn't until I graduated and got a real job that I was able to enjoy beer that was actually good, like Guinness, Bass, Sam Adams, Smuttynose, etc.

I'm sure YNA knows what both of them look like.

Wow, I didn't think college kids appreciated good beer.

^^^^^ ban, plz

If you have some spare change lying around, you could easily afford a 30 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

I'm sending this shit out to Incandenza... Fall is here, hear the yell back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we're going to be friends Walk with me, Suzy Lee through the park and by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we found then safely walk to school without a sound Well here we are, no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now its time to learn Numbers, letters, learn to spell nouns, and books, and show and tell at playtime we will throw the ball back to class, through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall And we don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that I sound funny but she likes the way you sing Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphabet and when I wake tomorrow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

What is stopping you?

Awww, call in sick, don't go just yet dude...

That hurt to watch. Hopefully the Cubbies will not let the Braves grab too much momentum.

Never heard the expression 'punching the clown'?

SSD's avatar doesn't make me wanna punch anything other than my clown.