Saturday, May 16, 2009
Hey Papi, YA STANK!
You're killing me baby boy. I wish I could quit you. You can cut the shit now and start smacking the fuck out of the ball like old times. I wont throw out any stats just because they hurt to even think about. I've never truly loved the guy like I loved Manram or mark bellhorne (what?) so I would have no trouble trading this fucker. Loyalty? It's a cut throat world out there and we're all about what have you done for me lately. I'm starved.
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