Bill:
Uuuuuuuuggggggghh…
Bill:
I stay up to watch the
Bruins lose a friggin hahtbreakah
in overtime only to switch ovah in time to see
the Red Sox lose in 12th
in La Aneheim.
Bill:
Now I feel like uttah crap.
Doug:
Are you kidding me? I feel like Khalid Sheikh Mohammed aftah a night at the Hotel CIA.
Doug:
I mean Jesus Hussein Christ where do we even begin to sort this shit out?
Bill:
I don't know where to begin but this is where it has to end: Biggie gone Smalls Papi
goes 0-7 with 12 LOB, and a 3-1 based loaded ground out to the catcher in the 12th.
Doug:
Seriously. That giant sucking sound you hear is even the most ahdent Ortiz loyalists gasping for air.
Bill:
Is it 5 o'clock yet? I need an
Irish 7 course meal.
Doug:
But, hey, least it's Friday. And I'm in love.
Bill:
Enjoy it while you can, Dougie, what with
Craigslist shuttahring the exotic services section next week
and all, a lot of your love is going to go unrequited. Heh.
Doug:
Oh, c'mon, guy, like all the vices our stodgy moralists try to eradicate, the erotic services aren't going away, they are just going undahground.
Bill:
Speaking of say hi to Mary Jane for me.
Doug:
Hey, you know what they say, "Don't ask, don't ravel, all will be swell."
Bill:
Who the fuck says that?
Doug:
Well, nobody … but it's early yet.
