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Originally Posted by Evil Chris
Playoffs already? We're at the halfway point of our season. Dead last in the league! 
Our top pick got a season ending injury in the 2nd game. Now there's just no chemisty on the team. But the beer is cold. |
yeah, our core of older players have been let down completely by the young guys we've been bringing along. We're going to cut about half the team and replace them for next season. Our league is just too competitive to to have a couple holes on your team and expect to win anything
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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