We begin a new sub-chapter in intellectual futility tonight with lyrics from The Doors:
Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, babe
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
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What was that promise that she made?
4 comments:
Top of the 4th, 5-5 game, and now you want to "talk?" What's wrong with this picture?
Nice try, mr. rdr. but changing the subject will not save the night...at least not in Fenway Park:)
Mr. Mojo Risin'...is an anagram for Jim Morrison.
(Or did you know that already?)
Baseball?! The Phillies aren't going anywhere, consequently, I don't care...
She promised she would never drink Coke from a sawed off bottle filled with bubble gum and spend the entire night watching Private Benjamin four times while thinking she had a paranormal link to Jim Morrison.
Then again, maybe she did....
BTW, Keith Hernandez should NOT be an announcer. He becomes more suspect as a pillow-biter every time he's audible.
Pillow biter? Holy Cow. Is Hernandez G-A-Y? Not that it matters if he is or he isn't of course...it just puts a different [lip] gloss on his comment that women don't belong in the dug out:)
Hey, everybody thought Piazza was gay, too. Then he married some former Playmate, and now everybody thinks he married and gay.
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