Still singing for a home run, aren't you kid?<quoted text>
As opposed to you, who is a living piece of satire? Please, Pendulum Jowls.
You're mistaking reality with porn again. Why aren't you taking your medication? You figured you'd at least be relatively prompt about taking it, considering it's a suppository. Or maybe you're just upset with a young guy like me, because you're jealous of how the only sparks flying in your life come in the form of a taser that was fired by a correctional officer? Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Why is your piggly wiggly behind all gay porn, but the second two men fall in love, and try to make their way to the court house for a marriage license, you jump from under your bridge and try to lay on an unreasonable toll?
I'm good at a lot of things. One of them being able to recognize that going down to the radioactive waste dump for hair dye isn't one of the brightest of ideas.
I once had a beer with Yogi Berra.
Now Yogi was the greatest catcher and something else again -- he could hit.
Here's what Yogi said:
"He don't like girls, just boys -- he's amphibious."