Idk what I'm gonna do with myself next season.
I never thought I would be saying this, but I'm gonna miss a lot of you guys.
No more noodle arm Podsie Pan giving me a heart attack by actually throwing someone out. PODZILLA IS NO MORE.
No more Sir Whiffs A lot making me laugh by being so pathetic. Seriously, best thing about 2007 was him breaking his ankle WHIFFING at a pitch. Simple amazing.
No more Fishy, my Garfish, my husband, my SEXY BEAST.
No more making demeaning comments to Alex Cintron, he who looks like a chipmunk.
NO MORE DLP!!! If Uribe gets traded. Which I think is sorta likely. Which would mean no more lack of necks, JAZZ HANDS, and my main man.
(Hopefully) no more MIKE MCDOUGAL.
No more 38 year old virgin, Michael Myers. Actually that's not really a sad thing.
No more calling Danny Richar a roooook. <3
No more ONE HIT GUSTAVO. D=
Motherfucker I'm gonna have get these new bitches some nicknames.
LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE
e to the train
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