Friday, June 19, 2009

Yuck... ugh... blargh... ahh f*ck it.

It can get worse. It got worse. 6 runs in 4 innings and that could have been a lot worse. The only thing that can heal the wounds of another beating like that is ribs. More ribs than you have ever seen in your life. Where do the magic rib providing animals lay down for such a slaughter you may ask? Here. Ribby rib rib ribs oh my God the ribs. They will fill the hole that Captain Crapshoot left in our souls tonight. They will also make you 72% more attractive to the opposite sex and they're working on a cure for death. That's right, death, and that's right, ribs. The food that true men eat when eating needs to be done. The entire Cheese staff (approximately 18 of us) will be there shooting for that elusive first heart attack. Rain or shine, see you there.

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