Archive for October, 2010

So. THIS blog.

Amaro, not lingering his cleaver over the chopping block, has already cut J.C. Romero’s $4.5 million option right the hell out of the picture.

Shopping is hard.

You’re welcome, Giants nation.

Ryan stared on in disbelief, and all we could hope for was a Scott-Barry style moment in which Ryan Howard went completely batshit and clobber Hallion’s head 300 feet skyward into the nosebleed section.

Two of my favorite internet writers are Arf Ortiyef and long time reader bureaucratist, whose horrifying temper, hard drinking, and harsh judgment never cease to impress me.

I don’t know how to construct an animal shelter with a bunch of idiots and an erotic novelist, but I’m positive it can’t take more than 310 hours.

Trying to intimidate Roy Halladay is barking up the wrong tree. Actually, it’s like barking at a brick wall, and the brick wall has the ability to stare back at you with the distressing gaze of a frozen abyss, as the chilled souls of a million years of humanity’s faults curse the air.

I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR PARTY BOAT NED.

He looks at you, confused and disgusted, the stench of the interdimensional time broth casting a wave of nausea across your living room.