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You Pathetic Punkass Asshole Bastards


This was the night when the Big Unit was finally supposed to look like the pitcher the Yankees stalked for years, the way they stalked Roger Clemens. Instead, he was the second-best starter in the game, second to the immortal D.J. Carrasco.

But last night’s abomination–no matter how much I’d like to–can’t be laid on his doorstep:

Randy Johnson pitched well enough to win last night while working on the four days of rest he prefers. However, when you hurl in front of The Dead Bat Society, one mistake can kill you.

You useless fagbatting fucks are driving me nuts….

You will not like me if I go over the edge. I will find out where you bastards all live, by God, and it won’t be a bag of burning shit you’ll find on your doorsteps.

(Cross posted at the Darkside)

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