Doug:
Remembah when I broke up with that hot Indian chick?
Mike:
Wow, that's quite a euphemism there isn't it, Doug? I mean isn't this the girl who cuckolded you with the Hahvahd Lacrosse team?
Al:
Yeah, I heard they had to update and reprint the Kama Sutra aftah that.
Doug:
Jesus wept. Is everyone a comedian today or what?
Doug:
Ok so breakup, train wreck, punjab punch in the nads, whatevah you want to call it, my point is -- Remembah how I moped around for weeks and everyone was like "when are you going to get ovah it?"
Mike:
Good times. Good times.
Al:
Yeah, that chick was hot as a tandoor oven.
Doug:
OK, as I was saying, that's what I'm thinking about the latest Manny stories. When the frig is Red Sox Nation going to get ovah Manny and just move on?
Al:
You know I'd feel bettah about this Cancahgate if it wasn't Papelbon doing the yakking.
Doug:
How's that?
Al:
Well, my gut feeling here is that if this were a novel we'd be calling it ironic foreshadowing.
Mike:
What are you saying, that Paps is going to turn into a malcontent and a thorn in the side of management?
Al:
I dunno. I just think that it's often the case around here that today's hero is tomorrow's "you've dissed me and now I'm signing with the Yankees" villian.
Mike:
But Paps? Nuts. You've got no evidence of that.
Al:
Ah, duh. Of course I have no evidence. That's why it's called a "gut feeling" dipwad.
Mike:
Yeah, well, considering that you think Sriracha has its own block on the food pyramid, it's no surprise that your gut has all sorts of feelings.
