if i had my own newspaper.......

the headlines today would read:

"WHAT A FUCKING GAME!"

come to think of it, i have my own newspaper.

"WHAT A FUCKING GAME!"

i'm just gonna go ahead and say this now.... the 2004 texas rangers are the greatest baseball team ever assembled. if you don't love the texas rangers, then you are sadistic fuck. they represent everything that is good and pure in sport and the new york yankees represent pure evil. i can't stop thinking about how much i love that team. i want to give all of them a big man hug. i wanted so much to be there and to run out to homeplate and join the celebration mob. i'll bet they partied balls last night.

do you think if they considered adding another president to mount rushmore, they'd consider JFK because they'd only have to sculpt half a head?

thanks dana... pure greatness.

i remember back when i was a little chitlin. i meant something else but i don't know how to say it. i mean type it.

i was watching the ranger game on wednesday night and barry zito was pitching and kept throwing these big curve balls and the announcer said, "He's flipping parabolas up there". i was laughing my ass off and then i started thinking about how many people won't get that joke and then i got really depressed because i realized how many dumbasses there are in the world. then i ate a nutty buddy and drank a glass of milk and the fucking rangers won anyway so it was all good.

my connection was just lost and i'll probably lose this post and ya'll will never get to read the masterpiece that is this blog.

i'm not gonna type anymore because it will all get lost in the great abyss of shittiness.

the great abyss of shittiness....

where do i come up with this shit?

that's another title track if i ever heard one... i don't write songs.. i write title track anthems.

shit man. i gotta go. i'm laughing too hard to type and it's fucking me up.

bingobangalo,

scott