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• I fear for los birdos.

  By  June, at 8:32 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• gee i cant wait for the first "fake to third, fake to first"
  
  ugh

  By  lupe!, at 10:16 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• maybe they thought they were buying the umpire

  By  Mr. Faded Glory, at 10:31 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• lord mike i'm trying to write a snotty comment here and you ruin it with that elf icon

  By  lupe!, at 10:56 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• yeah i ruin lots of things

  By  Mr. Faded Glory, at 1:58 AM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• not as much as joe morgan ruins things :D

  By  lupe!, at 3:16 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• ps juney if youre reading please tell the joe morgan story, i never get tired of hearing it

  By  lupe!, at 3:18 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• june has a jow morgan story?
  
  it's probably better than my joe morgan story.

  By  Mr. Faded Glory, at 3:56 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

• well u blew the punchline ! but basically, he walked into a bar where certain people were having a perfectly nice time with certain other people who wouldn't necessarily want someone around who does his job (and/or just plain don't like him, but then that probably doesn't narrow the scope of humanity sufficiently to be worth mentioning). he was with several women, to none of whom he offered the one remaining seat in the entire place before hoisting himself, LOTR-dwarflike, onto it. he proceeded to talk really loudly about himself, waving his be-ringed hands about. Net result = certain people and certain other people to flee, screaming. As a result, one certain person exclaimed passionately as they all left, "JOE MORGAN RUINS EVERYTHING!"
  
  If i ever record an album, that will be the title.

  By  June, at 5:38 PM   <$BlogItemControl$>

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