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Torreumon: /picks nose with knuckle |
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Torreumon: Okay, Lidle's pitched six strong innings, let's go to relief or else he's "Lidle" to hurt himself. We'll go with Proctor. PROCTOR! /motions for Proctor |
GuidryToANunnery: Proctor's not here. |
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Torreumon: What? What the hell do you mean "Proctor's not here?" |
| GuidryToANunnery: he ain't here. /shrug | |
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Torreumon: Okay then, put in Farnsworth. FARNSWORTH! /motions for Farnsworth using jackoff motion |
GuidryToANunnery: Farnsworth ain't here neither. |
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Torreumon: What the... oh great, where'd he go this time? China? Japan? Underground fight club where the only rule is "there are no rules?" |
| GuidryToANunnery: 'said something about going 20,000 leagues under the sea for some reason. | |
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Torreumon: We sent him down to the Golden Baseball League? |
GuidryToANunnery: /spits into spitoon |
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Torreumon: There are only two months left in the season, that guy better start whooping indiscriminately on Red Sock asses or he's off to San Francisco for... I don't know, who's good on San Francisco? |
GuidryToANunnery: barry bonds |
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Torreumon: ...off to San Francisco for Barry Bonds! grumble grumble /picks nose with three fingers at once |
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Torreumon: Well we need SOMEBODY to pitch. What about the new guy, what's his face... big fella, bavarian creme in his cheek pouches... |
| GuidryToANunnery: Sid Ponson | |
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Torreumon: That's the guy. Bring in Ponson. PONSON! /motions for Ponson by pointing to own rectum |
GuidryToANunnery: caint |
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Torreumon: why not |
| GuidryToANunnery: Ponson's gone too. Took a big bite outta Octavio Dotel's neck on the way out. | |
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Torreumon: Oh? Do tell. |
GuidryToANunnery: Yep, him. |
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Torreumon: Dammit, I need input from my captain. Where's Jeter? JETER! JEET! /motions for Jeter by shaking fingers and hopping up and down on one foot |
GuidryToANunnery: Jeet's busy. |
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Torreumon: /glares; picks nose angrily. ANGRILY~! |
GuidryToANunnery: The way I hears it, Alex-Rod found out that Jeet'd been gettin text messages from Vanessa Minnillo, who you may remember as the host of MTV's Total Request Live. |
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Torreumon: yes of course that is my favorite show |
GuidryToANunnery: So he called her an said she was a "pumba" I think? And now all three of them are in the clubhouse havin a spat. |
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| GuidryToANunnery: Alex-Rodrigu made a comment bout how Jeet's new cologne was too heavy on the clean oak moss, an then Vanessa said Alex was just jealous because HIS cologne smells like money an failure. | |
GuidryToANunnery: some sexualities were called into question |
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Torreumon: Mmhm, I see. And how do you know all this? |
GuidryToANunnery: Mattingly was holdin a glass up against the door and communicatin to us via cans and strings. |
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Torreumon: Look, we're the Yankees, do what you've got to do to get Proctor, Farnsworth, and Ponson into this game to save for Lidle. Call somebody up if you have to. |
| GuidryToANunnery: right right | |
| **Online Host** Several minutes later... |
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| GuidryToANunnery: hey joe I got those players you wanted. | |
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Torreumon: Great! Let's see 'em. |
| Henntai: /eyeballing script But Kyle, that house looks haunted! We shouldn't go into that... into that haunted house! |
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| 5m@ll_w0nd3r: stop bein such a dink you clown my dead grampedfather wont give us the hunnerd thou unless we spent the night | |
| 5m@ll_w0nd3r: uh oh scott dont turn around you got a franken stines monster standen behine you | |
Henntai: MOMMY!! |
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| ColterBeanInsultingDemocrats: /stalks and kills a zebra in the wilds of africa | |
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Torreumon: At'll do, Guid. At'll do. |
| **Online Host** Meanwhile, back in the Washed Up on Some Deserted Beach Chatroom |
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