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**MikeSweeney** Okay
everyone, players meeting. We're coming up on our 50th game of the season and we've
only got 11 wins. |
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**MikeSweeney** My
25 homeruns have helped us, but I'm down with an injury. What can we do to win some
games and move up in the standings? |
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HTEmil:
aight see so my bat ain't been hittin the ball, right, so I figger I'd take a
looksee and mess around with it, make it a better bat so it will hit some balls |
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HTEmil:
I been tinkerin' with it all night, tinkerin' away, come up wit somthin' gran
/holds up two bats taped together with duct tape |
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**MikeSweeney** No,
no, that's against the rules. That won't do at all. Though I appreciate your
initiative. |
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GoobleGobble:
i've decided to become a nihilist, which explains why i'm not using any capital
letters |
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GoobleGobble:
i've been on this team for four years now and nobody will accept the harsh reality
of this cold cold life. we are never ever going to win again |
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GoobleGobble:
never ever |
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GoobleGobble:
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
again |
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**MikeSweeney**
That's a lot of "evers." So we moved from the cheating suggestion
to the accepting our fate suggestion. Let's move on. Angel, what've you got. |
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Berrohaha:
I went to the store and bought a buttload of lottery tickets so I can strike it big
and get out of here. |
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**MikeSweeney** Well
this isn't going to do us any good. |
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BuddyIcon:
These are the saddest of possible words: Tinkers to Evers to Chance. |
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run_elvys_run:
COECH MY FREN HE WAIN ON A TRIPF TO NEW YORGK AN FELT INTO TH'E EAS RIBVER |
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BitTerrence:
/floats into trash barge |
