Eight-oh, eh. So much for Cleveland. So much for Day One. WE'RE ONE FOR ONE, UNDEFEATED, UNTIED, UNCONSCIOUS. (Not so loud... the head.) Four guys ate 7 dozen clams. Do the math. That's 180 clams per man. The Duke (Redsock fan) muy arrogant about team sweeping Angels. (They didn't sweep them last fall, did they.)
Today, hope to hoist official Yankee Championship flag. The Duke to boycott. Man cannot be trusted. Nearly took off my finger in race for final clams. Right now, three Yankee fans to The Duke. We got him roped in. Must be careful.
One day, one game, one win. Suck on that, Ted Williams.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The head... the head... the head...
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I don't get the math.
7 dozen clams (12 X 7 = 84 ).
4 guys into 84 clams = 21 each.
180 must be the proof of the white lightning.
Being too drunk to drunk-blog is the pinnacle of drunk-blogging. Congratulations.
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