The Red Sox lose to the Twins and Pokey injures his thumb …
Bill:
So much for that friggin' six game win streak fantasy I had going. Do over. [Laughs]
Mike:
With this lineup, who'd a thought a surprise bunt in the first would decide the game?
Mike:
Fucking addicted losers. [Laughs] I can quit anytime I want.
Bill:
No shit, in fact I'm not talking about the fucking Red Sox for the rest of the day.
Mike:
I'm in.
Bill:
Good.
Mike:
Right.
Bill:
[Silence]
Mike:
[Silence]
Bill:
Ah …
Mike:
Hmmmm …
Bill:
OK. I think we've proved the point.
Mike:
No fucking doubt about it.
Bill:
I feel good knowing I'm in fucking control of that shit.
Mike:
People say, "Get more out of life." More what? If it's just more Coke, more miles per gallon, more meat (and fewer carbs, of course), then what is the fucking point?
Bill:
Abso-fucking-lutely. You want to know the meaning of life? Look no further than Pokey's thumb.
