Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Waiver Wire
Shawne Merriman claimed by the Buffalo Bills. (why is that e on the end of his name!?)
Randy Moss claimed by the Tennessee Titans.
Also, JaMarcus Russell worked out for the Redskins, weighing in @ 286 lbs.
Randy Moss claimed by the Tennessee Titans.
Also, JaMarcus Russell worked out for the Redskins, weighing in @ 286 lbs.
Pretty Girl Update! - Renee Olstead
As Jessica Rabbit!
She's not just drawn that way. Also, cinnamon whiskey sounds awful.
She's not just drawn that way. Also, cinnamon whiskey sounds awful.
LeDouche Finally Starting To Get It
The only image of LeDilettante left @ the Q.
"If I had to go back on it, I probably would do it a little bit different. But I’m happy with the decision I made. There’s always going to be a misunderstanding. I don’t know what I would [have done], but I definitely would have changed it," he queefs.
Ya think?
"If I had to go back on it, I probably would do it a little bit different. But I’m happy with the decision I made. There’s always going to be a misunderstanding. I don’t know what I would [have done], but I definitely would have changed it," he queefs.
Ya think?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
MLB Whistle Stops
Also...
Removed from the Indians 40-man: Chris Gimenez, Luke Carlin, Anthony Reyes, & Hector Ambriz.
The ChiSox re-sign Omar to a 1-yr/1.75mil deal.
It's a Cold Constellation And a Breathful of Mud
Again, if you're averse to bleak, unkempt recesses, stop now...
I never expected such an utter absence. The nurture of my childhood left me ill-prepared for the chill winds of adult winter. Perhaps the endorphin cocktail was simply never mixed properly. It's possible that the fingerprinted lenses of my perspective are so caked with grease that the luminance of joy no longer permeates. Hell, maybe I'm just an idiot. Regardless, the entire roller coaster has sunk into the swamp; the peaks now barely reach ground level and the valleys are abysmal. If popular culture is to be believed, then we can all get by with a little help from our friends, people who need people are the luckiest people and you only get out what you put in. So what's the next platitude? What fills the need when there is no help, when you put everything in and gasp longingly to taste the minuscule return? How do I stop asking questions when there have proven to be exactly no answers? The options are grim. Have I not inspired compatriots along my path? Or is it that people just don't behave the way I expect them to? So many of my words are spent tearing down a world that I seemingly despise. I'd like to think that they catalyze important thought. The sad, trite truth is that the world detests me, has no use for me. And I don't know what to do with that. I want to help. I want to contribute. I want the best for you all. And, believe it or not, I want to be happy. Someday I hope to awake from this nightmare, but I doubt such relief is forthcoming. All I'll say is to cherish every ounce of grace you're granted, for all things disappear.
I never expected such an utter absence. The nurture of my childhood left me ill-prepared for the chill winds of adult winter. Perhaps the endorphin cocktail was simply never mixed properly. It's possible that the fingerprinted lenses of my perspective are so caked with grease that the luminance of joy no longer permeates. Hell, maybe I'm just an idiot. Regardless, the entire roller coaster has sunk into the swamp; the peaks now barely reach ground level and the valleys are abysmal. If popular culture is to be believed, then we can all get by with a little help from our friends, people who need people are the luckiest people and you only get out what you put in. So what's the next platitude? What fills the need when there is no help, when you put everything in and gasp longingly to taste the minuscule return? How do I stop asking questions when there have proven to be exactly no answers? The options are grim. Have I not inspired compatriots along my path? Or is it that people just don't behave the way I expect them to? So many of my words are spent tearing down a world that I seemingly despise. I'd like to think that they catalyze important thought. The sad, trite truth is that the world detests me, has no use for me. And I don't know what to do with that. I want to help. I want to contribute. I want the best for you all. And, believe it or not, I want to be happy. Someday I hope to awake from this nightmare, but I doubt such relief is forthcoming. All I'll say is to cherish every ounce of grace you're granted, for all things disappear.
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