Here's a quick reminder about another book out there that's worthy of our admittedly limited attention.
Written by our pal She-Fan, a goddess of the Yankee blogiverse — and beyond.
Order your own copy here.
And if you're not sure if it's any good, check out Catwoman's take.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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Dear Whitey...
Are you getting a cut?
Are you getting a date?
Are you a date?
You are projecting your own avarice, lack of class and abject crassness upon others, a sure sign of latent redsoxery.
Seek professional help immediately.
Whitey, I love you. There. Now it's out in the open for all to know. No more secrets. No more furtive glances. No more clandestine meetings. My husband will just have to deal with it.
Whitey, She-Fan,
Some things are best left in the closet, so to speak.
Nothing good ever comes from getting it out in the open. Innocent people could be hurt, lives shattered, etc., etc.
It could end up like Kevin Brown starting in game 7. Oh, the humanity!
Please, for the sake of everyone, end this concubinage now.
P.S. -- She-Fan, can I get an autographed copy? ...of the book that is.
Jealousy is so ugly.
She-Fan and I have something that is more precious than gold; sweeter than a slice of Blackout Cake; more fulfilling than a 1-2-3 ninth from Mo.
Eat your hearts out, posers!
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