You know what sucks?

Having a whole blog planned out in your mind when we lead by 2 in the 8th, and then having to scrap it, and your cool photoshop project because we couldn't beat a bunch of guys who looked like they were 30 years late for the prom.

So, Tony Pena Jr., I hope that your date ditches you to grind on the basketball team's back up point guard. Yeah! How did renting that limo work out for you now PUNK?!?


I'm a sad little man.

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