Apparently, they couldn't scrape up a measly extra $2 million to outbid the gold-plated Braves. Once again, they have called in sick on an auction. It's shades of Yoan Moncada, the Cuban free agent who the Redsocks signed four years ago, later converting him into Chris Sale and a world championship. Oh, did I mention that Boston is the current World Champions? Or that they have become the pre-eminent franchise in baseball? Does it matter? What matters is that Yankee owner "Food Stamps" Hal Steinbrenner will save a few more precious dimes. A new boat house. A new Expresso machine. Papa needs a new pair of shoes...
Keuchel's signing means the Yankee rotation - currently rumbling on two wheels - will continue to deteriorate. It means fans should stop imagining long-term Yankee careers for Clint Frazier, Thairo Estrada, Domingo German and - for that matter - anybody in the farm system. Why bother to monitor our prospects? The best will be gone in July, when Cooperstown Cashman trades for another Sonny Gray, Brandon McCarthy, Chris Capuano, Jeff Francis, Vidal Nuno, Freddy Garcia, Dewayne Wise... oh, who the f-k cares?
We know what's coming. The fucking same-old, fucking same-old. Cashman will bundle Frazier, Estrada, Florial, and a few Single A studs - (all of whom, we'll be told, were never part of the Yankee plans) - and trade for somebody with a 2,000 innings on his elbow, a mediocre ERA and a prorated contract. He will arrive with marching bands and overhead jets, and then - slowly - we will learn why his team couldn't wait to stuff him in a bottle and set it out with the Japanese tide.
Last winter, the Yankees could have had Patrick Corbin, who did everything but pose in lacy pinstripes to coax a bid from the Steinbrenner Bitcoin-mining machine. Corbin grew up in North Syracuse, an area that used to be Yankee Country but is now firmly in the camp of the Mets. With the Nats, he is 5-3 with a 3.46 ERA, numbers that would make him our ace. Instead, we signed JA Happ, who is already older than Corbin will be at the end of his contract. But hey, the Yankees saved money, and that is Priority One.
Jeez, why are we so easily fooled? They do this to us every time. They wave the cap and pinstripes, and we run to them with tongues out and tails wagging. Once again, we must be reminded that the Steinbrenner heirs are not their father, who - for all his bluster and vanity and insecurity - just wanted his teams to win. The kids would rather stiff the fans and pocket the cash. They orchestrated the tear-down of the greatest ballpark in America. Why not do the same to the franchise?
Oh, hell... I should probably give credit to Prince Hal. He's run a brilliant scam, a scheme that Mr. Ponzi would have loved. And it's not that Hal wants the Yankees to finish last. Of course, he wants to win! The problem: Having to lavish all that good money on those damn, uppity players. If only he could run the Rays. He wouldn't have to leave Tampa, and nobody would ever complain. Dad left him with the wrong city. Now, he spends more than most teams - up there behind the big-market Dodgers and Redsocks - yet the fans still gripe. It's not his fault that he sits atop the largest market on the continent, and the once-greatest tradition in American sports. And jeez, he's trying to buy the YES Network, an acquisition that certainly will make all Yankee fans proud.
This morning, I want to throw up. Once again, the Yankees have pulled out their pockets and called in sick. You know what? They fooled me. Again. They actually had me believing they were in this to win. What a chump. So long, Clint. It was fun.
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Love the team, hate the management. The rallying cry of Yankees fans everywhere.
Meanwhile, Red Socks nation is laughing over their corn flakes this morning.
We're nothing but the tattoos on Robert Mitchum's fingers.
This is so unfair. Next thing you know, you're going to complain because Hal can only use $100 bills to light his cigars. You need to understand that a man of refinement can't light cigars with mere 20's...they reek of common folk.
El Duque.
You sir, are an idiot.
Cashman will win exec of the year for Voit, Urshela, Lamahew, Paxton, Estrada, Ottavio, etc etc.
Perhaps when you graduate high school, then you will appreciate him
Maybe just maybe Dallas Keuchel was viewed as okay but not GREAT. I believe that is the case. The Yankees have done a tremendous job this year and Cashman is tied to much of the success. Stop whining and enjoy this years team.
Carl J , time to take a deep breath. No room for the type of garage you posted above. You have hit a new low.
Amen, Duque. You've perfectly described the nexus of the Hal Steinbrenner plan and the overall Yankee philosophy of the latter half of this decade. Nothing more need be said as this dead horse has already been severely beaten. Except one thing:
FUCK YOU HAL ZEIG STEINBRENNER! MAY YOU FALL OFF YOUR YACHT AND DROWN WHILE SNORTING THE HIGHER GRADE COCAINE YOU BOUGHT WITH THE EXTRA MONEY SAVED BY NOT SIGNING THE BETTER PLAYERS NEEDED TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP!!! MAY YOUR WIFE BE FOUND SHACKLED TO A MOTEL 6 BED POST AFTER BEING INVOLVED IN A GANG BANG WITH CORBIN, KEUCHEL, MANNY AND HARPER!!!
A Yankee Fan: Sorry you don't approve. I'll also pass on your message to Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich.
I can see that Hal and Casholo have hired - for cheap, I might add - some Russian-based trolls to propagate their point of view. BLOG MEDDLING! FAKE NEWS! DISTRACTION!
If you are some weirdo with a new name or worse, if you post anonymously, I won't even read your bullshit.
And if you trash Duque, go suck an egg and find another blog.
Eat shit and die, motherfuckers!
For a change, I think we're saying that Hal sucks but...given the guys we put on the field this year...Cashman is not a total idiot. Of course, he has to work within the financial parameters of "value."
Keuchel isn't Cy Young. He's not what he once was, but then, that's what the media said about Verlander. The question is, are we better off spending some extra dough and taking a chance on someone like Keuchel, or spending a prospect or two for a bargain priced guy like Lance Lynn?
That seems kind of obvious, at least to many of us. But we can be pretty sure that a Lynn-like drone will be joining the rotation in the near to intermediate future.
I would like to see Monty come back and determine what we have there. But he isn't even mentioned in the IL missives I've seen. Neither is Severino. And Betances, not that much, either. So I have to think we're stuck with what we have and what Hal allows given his tight financial situation.
That's not promising.
Now, now, everybody...
Here's how this Internetty thing works:
We all get to speak our piece on the Yankees, and then everybody else gets to tell us why we're full of shit. That's okay. It should never get personal. Let's not let it get personal.
As for me blasting Cashman, I honestly don't think he's to blame for this move (or lack of a move.) From where I sit, everything stems from Hal's desk, and Cashman simply must go along with it.
To me, it's a no-brainer that, if money was no object, the Yankees would sign Keuchel. It's simply about the money, that's all. For Hal - who inherited more money than any of us will make in our lifetimes - the money is too important. For that, I cannot forgive him. He's put a price tag on the Yankees. He's the first owner since CBS to do such a thing. I wish he would sell the team to somebody who cares about winning.
And if you think I'm full of shit for saying that, fine. Tell me off. I don't care. But I'll be goddammed if, when the Yankees pull this cheap shit, I'm going to hold back. I AM PISSED TODAY.
My thoughts exactly, Duque! I'm uber pissed off today. All things considered,when it comes to a 1 year contract..make that 2/3 year contract, the Yankees should never get beaten in a bidding war. Obviously, they liked him enough to offer him a pro-rated 11,840,000 million salary based on the MLB 17.9 million free agent club option. The Braves pro-rated it on 20 million which equals to 13 million. For the Yankees to squabble over less than 1.2 million dollars for a decent inning eating pitcher when they're the richest sports franchise in history is mind blowing. It's the last piece of evidence that Hal doesn't give a flying fuck about winning. His World Series victory is the money he saves conning and screwing the fans that help make him wealthy. Once again: FUCK HAL.....SIDEWAYS!!!
I love everybody.
Fuck Hal.
HEY DOUCHEBAG....
WHEN MR. DUQUE SPEAKS, IT'S LIKE E.F. HUTTON...
PEOPLE LISTEN.
READ AND LISTEN.
YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING.
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
Obviously the yanks were going through the motions and did not want to win the bidding. I suspect Keuchel preferred the Braves (and keeping his beard) anyway.
The only innocent explanation is that the yanks aren't buying on keuchel's readiness and think they have better options
I'm not convinced.
This is C O L L U S I O N.
They had to punish Keuchel for opting out. They have a gentleman's agreement not to get into a bidding wars with their fellow owners. And they want to punish Boras for promoting comoetition
It's time for the Food Stamps Hal banner.
http://www.aerialbanners.com/index.html
Amazing what you can find on the internet.
Fuckers.
I hate to do this ... wait, no, I don't. I love to do this. Carl J., wishing violence of any sort, let alone sexual violence, on a woman as a way of punishing her husband is despicable. It's dickishness of the worst sort. It is nasty, stupid, small minded, vile misogyny. What is Hal's wife to you? An object? Her name is Christina DiTullio, and I can't think of any reason to hold any animus against her. We should be sympathetic towards Christine. She's married to a Steinbrenner, for fuck sake.
Now if Christine and those four players want to get their kink on together in a completely consensual fashion - in pin stripe lingerie or not - that would be totally okay.
As long as they make Manny hustle.
And Hal's not allowed to watch.
Miserly miserable fucker.
I'm kinda feeling Stat Boy today!
The only stat I care about is number 28.
I agree with The Warbler. Let's leave wives and family out of this.
And of course, nobody actually wishes more than figurative violence on anyone.
Is there a safe word for this blog?
There ought to be Bitty. There oughta be.
Rufus, 28 is the only stat any of us care about.
FUCKERS!!
I will be using The Master's 'howevah' as my safe word, LOL!
Contrary to the impression of our two resident psychotics, I have not posted yet in response to duque's Keuchel meltdown. Now I will.
Veiled by the customary wit and verbal dexterity, duque's rant is a farrago of incoherencies and self-contradictions. He dreads that Cashman will empty the farm system for "the next version of Lance Lynn and Jaime Garcia," "somebody with a 2,000 innings on his elbow, a mediocre ERA." BUT THAT IS PRECISELY WHO DALLAS KEUCHEL IS. His performance has declined for each of the last five years. Last season he gave up more hits than inning pitched, and let the league in hits surrendered. How many red flags to you need, duque? The last time duque so recklessly empited his quiver of hyperbole it was to DEMAND the expenditure of the annual military budget of all the EU countries to sign Harper and Machado, now both swimming at the bottom of the toilet, with Machado sporting an OPS about the same as Cameron Maybin's. Duque is firm in his convictions--but his learning curve seems to be pointing southward.
Notwithstanding duque's standard operating assumption that the Steinbrenner hoard surpasses that of the Walmarts, Bezoses, and Croesus combined, the organization does need to do the occasional cost-benefit analysis, especially in the wake of profligate blunders like the signing of Stanton. Surely duque, who has been bleating about the squandering of young talent for these many decades, wants to see Judge, Torres, and Sanches locked up to long-term deals, right? Surely he would wish the same for Clint Frazier if he can continue to fend off the hailstorm of deadhead beat-writer abuse, right? OK, then, duque, then not even Hal can do that and sign every washed-up big-name mound brand that drifts by. Like a stubborn five-year-old on a sugar jag, you want it both ways. But you can't have it both ways. Make up your mind.
Judging by Keuchel's recent numbers, it appears that Chance Adams and/or Jordan Montgomery would equal or even slightly surpass Keuchel's likely performance for nothing.
And we don't want to have to endure the spectacle of duque, a year from now, ruing the folly of the very Keuchel signing that he so vehemently urged, just as we now cringe at his insistence that he was right about Machado and Harper when he was clearly so very wrong.
You're a brilliant word stylist and delightful wit. But style doesn't always compensate for lack of substance--the analyitical rigor and consistency that we have a right to expect of you, and that you ought to expect of yourself.
Winwarb, Horace..there was no violence intended with Mrs Steinbrenner. Not all gang bangs are violent. The anger is squarely aimed at Hal.
Carl--ignore Warplist. He is a raving nut job whose only purpose out here is to provoke and strut. He's made more vile comments out here in one day than you've made in your lifetime.
The Steinbrenners never need do a cost analysis. They are the most profitable franchise by far, and reinvest the lowest percentage of their earnings. Less than 30%. The Yankees can afford to overpay for talent; indeed, they always have. It's our money after all. We buy the tickets. The cable subscriptions. The merchandise. Or did you think their profits pour out of the gutters during rain delays.
Your analysis lacks in passion and lacks a desire to improve, to win. And therefore, you are a collassal twit.
Excuse me: collassal goat blowing twit.
FUCKERS!!!
I hope so Carl. It was a very jarring thing to read. Misogyny is so woven into our culture it's easy to slip into those tropes. Especially in ALL CAPS. Now, if you had said the Hal was getting gang banged by those players, I would have happily piled on. He deserves it.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_in_Refrigerators
"27" is my safe word.
Hey Warplist--you have no access to the Yankee books. You toss off some irrelevant numbers but provide no sources for them. You have provided no cost estimate of the long-time signing of Judge, Sanchez, and Torres. You ignore the copious evidence that Keuchel's performance is declining and not worth a huge payday. You're just a fraud--a bullshitter, a fast-talker, a bumbling hypocrite who struts santimony about others' purported ethical infractions while heaping vile abuse on your targets of choice, compulsively, like a helpless psychotic, day after day. You can't even spell--I supposed "collassal" is your dunce-cap rendering of colossal?
Go take your Cadillac for a spin and murder the planet while issuing your Emily Post lectures on comportment, asshole. You're good for a laugh or two at the possibilities of brain-damaged middlebrows posturing as savants on the Internet.
Understood, Carl. And yes, sometimes there are those individuals so maddening that they carry us away.
Every Steinbrenner on the planet, for instance.
I feel bad for Christine.
Colossal Vs Collassal. My phone provided the later as autotext, which is odd because it is completely misspelled. As you pointed out. And I missed it. It was not one of my intentional misspellings. So mea culpa, you colossal collassal goat-blowing ass. 💨🐐
Mea culpa. Fuckers!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
"So mea culpa, you colossal collassal goat-blowing ass. 💨🐐" Quoth the sermonizer to Carl on moral propriety in posting.
You know, nobody believes your dumbass story about your phone. No phone has collassal in autotext, because it's not a word, and hence not in any phone dictionary. You're now permanently stigmatized on this list as a dunce--a lying, phony, ignorant, bluffing psychotic. All your desperate excuses only compound your embarrassment and deepen the stigma. You're sunk here. You're stupid. You're emotionally diseased. And you're too old and too far gone to get any help. But try to get help anyway.
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
Still waiting for you source on the Yankees' investment rate, you lying bluffing pathetic flame addict. You're a collassal dumbass. I mean collosal. I mean colosal. I mean colostemy bag. Now you've got us all confused, dumbass!
Warplist Collassal--your new name on this blog. Enjoy it!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
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I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I’m Stat Boy, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!
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