Wow...scathing. You must be pissed about the current state of your team. The overplayed, underachieving team that Steinbrenner has built. The gutted farm system, desolate after years of depletion at the hands of the team's owner. Do you want to talk about it? We can talk about it if you want. Because you seem like you want to talk about it.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
