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Hey Royals, YEAH! Hey Oakland, thanks for taking on the how the fuck did all THAT happen load, we were damn tired of it here, and were wondering what took you so long. Enjoy! Royals, please, just go and get those Angels, they're relly not all that, just maintain focus and aim to make Sciosia pout every chance you get. It'll be fun. And don't keep me up so damn late this time! Oakland, phaw, for two years I was all, they ain't that good and we'd play just that much worse than them and, well, ok, then, good enough. And then this year, early on I was, oh fuck it, ok, guess they are that good, and right about then was when they started looking down. See folks, just...don't look down. Now, what I really want to see is a Tigers/Pirates series, but Royals will do just fine, if it rolls out like that.Just no Angels, please. HA! Oakland lol at Oakland.

Well now, looking a little further, the dude's record collection seems pretty lame too (plenty of "good records" in there, but nothing that betrays too much more than somebody who appreciated the best/better of the obvious...no harm there, but, uh, yeah, oh, hmmmm), so its as much his fault as it is hers, maybe even more. I think I'd like her better with a pony tail, actually. all the girls in the commercials who are getting my attention have pony tails, so if she's wanting attention, that's what I'd recommend, not sillyass "chick" record reviews. That's just doing everybody a disservice, especially her. Otherwise, maybe learn some shit and then form an opinion, slowly.

Dude, they stay all worked up on the local news, especially Meredith Land. It's because Texas connexus, and she's the biggest connexuster of 'em all.

I think i liked it better when squares didn't bother trying to understand, or more accurately, thinking they needed to understand, that life owed them an explanation they could understand for every damn thing, and just went on with their business. Nothing wrong with being square, plenty wrong with being wrong, so just drive through life like you do on the road, slow traffic keep right and everybody gets to where they need to be, each in their own way, ok? No tailgating, and no passive-aggressive driving the speed limit in the far left lane. Plenty road for everybody unless this shit happens, and then, ok, you gonna make me have an opinion? then ok here it is, fuck you. Satisfied now? And see, that's what passes for "passion" these days. lol at that.

Sandy Duncan Tim Duncan Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Tiny Kahn Bubbles Whitman Oshin

Joe West must have pictures on somebody.

Remind me to never let the Maestro handle any of my records!

Very much looking forward to reading this!

I confess to not knowingly knowing "Memphis In June", just looked it up on YouTube and got Hoagy's & Nina Simone's version...I think my time for grabbing hold of this one might have passed. Seems like the kind of song you hear once, say, o, j, ok, and then never miss it again. Of course, if I lived in Memphis (pleasurably), or was named June and had Memphis in me (again, pleasurably), I might feel differently, but if "if"s and "buts" were candy and nuts, then every day would be Christmas, and just as living hell would be if everyday was Friday, then so, this.

60 years from today somebody somewhere will be saying "A. J. Hinch". Or maybe not? I'm not above making the occasional risky bet for amusemental purposes, but...think I'm gonna let this one ride....

Sorry, still confused here..is this gonna be a standards album or a jazz album?

Not feelin' anybody in the AL except Detroit & KC...generally feel the O's but if Nellie wanted a ring, he shoulda caught that ball when he had the chance and laid off that juice. Forgiven, but not forgotten. Not feelin' anybody in the NL, period, but if Nats or Pirates break through, that would be good feelings, I suppose.

I/m not letting this chair within 1500 feet of my propriety, forget about in my house, and should you decide to sit in it, wherever it ends up being, hey, you've been warned.

Rod Argent Grant Green Johnny Wadd

Ornette Coleman One Whom Keeps A Record He Whom Points The Finger Of Suspicion

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Tonight, these two guys, proven heroes (each in their own way)...putting some life back into a Season Of Death...hell Colby was all but left for dead on the side of the road, vultures already starting to pick the bones...and Beltre will never die, just not possible. 12-1 over the last two weeks, Holland is back, Feliz looks like he's finally back...kids playing like they mean to stick around for awhile, Fielder (hopefully) got that neck fixed...waaaaaay too late, but not too little. C'mon 2015! And no matter what, eternal love to Ron Washington. No idea what the personal Ron Washington really got himself into, but I don't know the personal Ron Washington. I don't loan him money, I don't pay him money, I don't sleep in his bed or claim his semen. So whatever that Ron Washington did...I don't really care. I only know the public baseball Ron Washington, and god bless him wherever and whatever. But that was then, and as close as that came to still being now, it's not. Not now, not now. Hope fucking springs eternal, eh?

Quincy "talking to" Cindy Adams and talking about "bitches and hos" and "never pimp the hood" and such...lord have mercy, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard at an old man talking to the voices in his head!

George Cables! Rhodes! David Lee! Sonny! Soprano! Crenshaw on wood! But mostly, George Cables! Rhodes! David Lee! Sonny! Soprano! Crenshaw on wood! George Cables made the Rhodes work for him, really learned how to have a distinctive touch (and tone) on the instrument when everybody was saying it was impossible to do so.

Jimmy Archer Robin Quivers Eddie Bo

Frackers Crackers Slackers

The Lip Smacker The Meat Packer The Christmas Nut Cracker