Me and my boy RSM went to the Braves game down in Hot-lana. It was a great day to take in a game.
We watched Smoltz win his 200th game where the Braves beat the Mets. The whole time we where sending pictures and trash talkin with our favorite Mets fan,Michele. She was gettin all bent out of shape. Then she started in on the dumb redneck jokes, so I, with the help from RSM, started with the short jokes. It was good times.
A couple of beers, a dog, and some nachos keep me and the boys hyped up to talk trash. On of our former players, Glavine, we talked the most shit about. It was fun. All the people around us were laughin and carryin on. Great! After the long ride on one bus and the Marta train we got back to my truck. From there we drove back home listenin the his Royal Badness, his Purple Majesty, or also known as Prince. It was a great change from the norm.
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For the record, I only got upset with the baseless trashing of my Mets, 'cause they couldn't defend their honor. They were just too busy.
As for the short jokes... it don't bother me. I'd rather be short than a tall, knuckle-dragging viking, that's a closeted drag queen!!
Go ahead, take your time. I know it's going to take you awhile to compose a real thought provoking answer.
michele
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