I'm a Girl

I'm a BLONDE GIRL, and even I know that you don't leave your starting pitcher in through the 8th inning in GAME SEVEN for the CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WHOLE ENTIRE AMERICAN LEAGUE. Honey, when an English major who thinks that North is always the direction she is currently facing can out-manage you, it's time to consider another profession. You pigeon-liver. Enjoy the Most Who-Cares World Series In the History of Ever, America.


October 17, 2003

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