Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Mookie Betts Is Soon To Be Sad

Danny Phantom's mom was dumb thick, and Mookie Betts should be fucking sick. As someone who grew up in a variety of regions due to the nature of having a father working occupational therapist constantly caught rummaging through the purses of the monotone subdued employees, I can tell you with full confidence that there is no worse place in country than Los Angeles.  

Through the thick, wet smog lies entitlement and traffic, a combination combing through the nightmares of any rational being. The forbidden Red Sox right fielder has been a resident for less than 6 months yet thinks he knows what he's signed himself up for, it's going to be a treacherous 13 years filled with quinoa and carrot juice. 


Along with a price of living which makes New Yorkers squeamish, the income tax rate in this god forsaken region is approaching double that of his formerly known domicile in the greater eastside.  Meaning after taxes he's receiving a Nicholas Batumish 26 million per year, Hassan Whiteside scoffs upon salaries so meager. 

The moral of this tale is that California is a miserable existence, nature is overrated and merely to distract you from the incessant child trafficking taking place within this territory. Boston now gets to feel what it's like to overrate their own Jeter much as Yankees fans have for centuries. A middling fielder proficient in slap singles is actually superior to your budding superstar at the hot corner. Devers gets to feel the pain A-Rod felt and Jeter Downs gets to hear intolerant bigotry chanted from the stands. Neither is worse however than signing up for a lifetime in the debris and vermin which is the below sea-level bowl called Los Angeles. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Wake Up With Mookie Betts Out For Vengeance On The World

I'm telling ya, these owners really don't like good players. In reality it's a dick measuring contest between billionaire confidantes to see who can win a title with the cheapest, third rate, crummy team. It's a bold strategy that the Dodgers seem to be straying away from, we'll see how that fares. 


Dear Red Sox fans, I apologize for the early morning assault. Consider this vengeance for 2004.

Friday, May 22, 2020

Technology Just Makes No Fuckin' Sense

So this mornin' I was heading home from grabbing some Breakfast, food...seeing another human for once, you know things of that nature...I was listening to the latest Mickstape which was, as they kids say, a "hoot"...and suddenly just had the bizarre realization that me, in California...is listening to three pals just chattin' from Boston, Georgia and New York. How the fuck is that possible??? 
Look at those suckers, they're so far apart!!! Does it matter? Nope! How is this not the leading news every single day???

How did they make it so we could communicate with people, literally, on the other side of the country with absolutely no hassle? There's not a plum second waiting on an envelope to slide through that mail slot! I know there's answers out there and "science" but do I care to actually research it and attempt to understand how? With this tiny, tiny pea brain? In this climate? You're a mad man! I don't want this ruined for me! I'm in utter aw right now. Simple and plain. 

I've "lived online" for half a decade and this is just now hitting me. Why does no one talk about how incredible this is??? Like someone could be reading this from fuckin' Morocco right now! We'll never meet and my thoughts are still somehow being transferred into your brain! Thanks for reading bubs!!!

It makes more sense (to me an intellectual) how we got to the damn moon than how i'm able to tweet at someone who lives in Iowa and get them to laugh whilst in bed, layin' in my jam-jams drinkin' a cup of warm milk. 

I'm sober as a mormon at temple, and still just unable to process any of this.
There's going to be a day where we can DM fine alien baddies on Instagram...no doubt in my mind. Imagine telling someone during The Great Depression they could just chat it up with their pal Pedro in Portland whilst milking cows in their barn in Mississippi? They'd shoot you dead on the spot, you'd be a dead man. D-E-A-D. No two ways about it. 

Perhaps i've gone senile, my last remaining brain cells just decided they were outta here and went rouge as I was dreaming about a nice pizza pie...by chance they were just done with my bullshit and couldn't take it anymore. If that's the case and this is just the START of my demise as a human? Well shit, then i'll be blogging about some WILD thoughts for the foreseeable future. 

Distances are basically just fake! Wow. 

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