Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sorry, Buck

Posted by el duque at 11:33 PM


10 comments:

Buck Showalter, the sorriest loser in organized baseball, said...

Goddammit, you Juju creeps on this blog! You screwed with the baseball when Johnson tried to throw to second. Then you dicked with that @!$#@! changeup, and now we got a &*+@!@ wild pitch and a one-run deficit. I don't know who wrote that &%$@@! book on Juju, but when I get my hands around his &%&$$#@! neck, he's gonna be sorry. Is it that guy El Ducko who is also trashing me for how I made out the lineup card against Texas? I'm looking for you, pal, and that Fonzo guy that drinks Black Crowne Royal or something. $$#@!@! to all of you on this &&%$$@! blog.

September 12, 2013 at 11:45 PM
Mike, non-spamming juju-diggin' sender of whispers to Vlady P's boytoy's pillow said...

Woyked like a chahm!

September 12, 2013 at 11:58 PM
Buck Showalter, still burning mad and pissing on Jim Johnson's cleats, said...

Yeah, and then there's &$##@! Mike, who works for the &^&%%$! NSA and is pissed off because Fast Eddie Snowden exposed you punkass violators of the @#@!!@ Constitution. Yeah, Mike, I'll touch your %$%$##@ monkey. Choke it, just like you choke your monkey in the NSA men's room.

September 13, 2013 at 12:06 AM
Mike, temporary gov't lifer turned caring Thomas Paine-revering interventionist, said...

Easy with the rage there, Buckaroo. I hear rage can affect the urinary tract in a, uh, not-so-pleasant way. And goodness knows you have a whole bunch of pissing (and maybe even some $!!*$&%*#ing) to do on JJ's footwear. Just lookin' out for you, pal. You might resemble an ancient Elroy Jetson, but you're all 3D and alive to me.

September 13, 2013 at 12:16 AM
Buck Showalter, now relatively calm after breaking all the lightbulbs in the clubhouse, said...

OK, I got it wrong. Even the best mind in baseball makes the occasional mistake. Manny Machado said it is "spank the monkey" and "choke the gopher". He's doin' it all the time, even between innings, so he ought to know the nomenclature better than an impotent old grunt like me.

September 13, 2013 at 12:19 AM
Mike, easer of unnecessary tensions and former member of Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods (all true if you eclude the last part), said...

All cool, friend. Monkey, gopher, salad dressing; we all got our hang-ups. It's a journey, ain't it?

To almost quote the great Wet Willie: keep on pissing!

September 13, 2013 at 12:27 AM
Yuri, Mike's caring and over-explanatory cover, said...

Eclusion is easy, exclusion (like comedy) is hard. So sayeth the unfunny who eclude with ease. As for me, I'm going to sleep and dream sweet dreams of...well, I for one can't plan that shit but I hope they include a closer's sneakers getting pissed upon.

You can be sure Vlady will find out. He's great at interpretation, BTW. Also bakes one %&$# of a peach cobbler. but that's another story for another day. Or guise. Or something.

September 13, 2013 at 12:35 AM
Anonymous said...

I do not know who I despise more:

Buck

Mustang

Bobby V.

You see this new crap he's starting - 'the NYY disappeared during 9/11, but while his Mets were all over Ground Zero, firehouses and hospitals?

September 13, 2013 at 4:07 AM
JM said...

Why Mustang? Buck is nuts, Bobby has turned the Alzheimer's corner, but Mustang? Jeez.

September 13, 2013 at 9:12 AM
KD said...

Anonymous would rather see Mustang sporting a Guy Fawkes mask.

September 13, 2013 at 9:49 AM

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