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The X-Man, Xavier Nady, one year, 1.75 mil, Arizona. Good fit for him there.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: Who's suicidal? That's what I want to know. (And not necessarily in a help-y way. More like, "morbid curiosity/tell me about your pain.") That was the one I chose. God damn, their first four guys are all better than the flotsam we're trotting out there most days. The whole thing stinks worse than Suzie Waldman's giant granny panties.

Lefty Specialist wrote: Willets Point wrote: Holiday parties just aren't the same... A crazy person, but far and away the best Mrs Santa in the 49-year history of the organization. She helps me fill out my third stocking.

Mets fans, taking it in the pooper. And not in the good way.

Gay.

I KNOW HER! [bigpurple:26adjr1r]GREAT GOOGILY MOTHERFUCKING MOOGILY![/bigpurple:26adjr1r]

RealityChuck wrote: Though one of these is strictly for The Birds -- if there's a Hitch. Now that's a six pack that I'd like to pound.

What a dickfuck.

You can murder my family, you can ravish my body, but I beg of you with all that is decent and holy! Don't destroy my plantation!

Two years guaranteed, 2.5 mil total, the price is reasonable I suppose, but still. The Mets give out two year deals to schlubs like I give out dick jokes.

metirish wrote: Valadius wrote: I nominate Metirish to replace Charlie Samuels. Not sure what direction this piss taking is going but I like it If your piss goes missing, check Moises' locker. Or Moistest Alou as I like to call him.

I like it, this team needs more piss and vinegar(-y smelling hands).

Clean slate.

My favorite part of this movie is when Edward G. Robinson has built the golden statue of Jeter in the wilderness and the Hebrews all went apeshit crazy dancing around it. Wait, what?

metirish wrote: In his next video Steveo tells us how "we" can snag the not hot looking intern. My favorite Steve Phillips/Meatloaf duet is "Paradise by the Dashboard Light." Wait, what?

Gwreck wrote: I'm not sad to have him out of the division. Yep.

A Boy Named Seo wrote: Backpack Girl, why can't I meet someone like you? Confident and cute, but a little shy, too. You're so smart from your mid-size American University education. I've seen you in the quad a few times and want to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I'd never invite you to that kegger on Thursday night. I'm sure you'd just think I was a dick. I'm scared to invite you to coffee. What if I have nothing interesting to say? What if you think I'm boring?? The thought of that scares the ever-loving shit out of me. You're not even the kind of girl I normally go for. I typically like a girl with a wild streak. Maybe a tramp stamp tattoo. A lip piercing. But your style is so minimal. No jewelry. No accessories of any kind. That's not really all that sexy to me. So why can't I stop thinking about you? And then I realize... there are no distractions with you, Backpack Girl. You don't want us to see you through the prism of some designer brand labels (Your backpack is rad. Is it a JanSport? I bet you don't even care). You don't want to impress us with a t-shirt of your favorite band (what kind of music do you like, Backpack Girl?), You just want us all to see you for who you really are. No fronts. No facades. Just a Girl. With a Backpack. I've got to confess. I looked you up on Facebook. I wanted to be friends with you there. Show you the cool shit I'm into. Make you like me as much as I like you. I saw your profile. Just one photo. That's so cool. Wall is "private". How do you do it, Backpack Girl? You need us all way less than we need you. I wanted to friend you, but realized it's all bullshit and you'd see through my act anyway (and I was scared you wouldn't accept). This isn't me. What have you done to me? Oh, Backpack Girl, how can someone so simple be so complex? I don't even know if your teeth are straight and white and I don't care. Backpack Girl, I think I love you. You stole my bit, I was going tell her, "You're right purty and I'd like to sniff yer butt."

We need Blanco. Hell, I need Blanco! I'm a mess without him. I miss him so damn much! I miss being with him. I miss being *near* him. I miss his laugh! I miss his scent. I miss his musk... When this all gets sorted out, I think Blanco and me should get an apartment together!

The MFYs want Captain Fantastic to suck on the throbbing cock of reality.

Alomar Bagwell Raines Blyleven I'm looking forward to Alomar's induction, when he spits on Lou Brock and gives an STD to the lukewarm corpse of Ernie Banks.

I like it. Change of venue, incentive laden, big park, etc. He's got good stuff, better than Maine from a raw talent perspective I'd venture.

Nope. John, have a Coke and a smile and get off our lawn.

I think I'd rather see him limp into the sunset, overpaid and overfed and in pinstripes, sucking down another big slice of Yankee income and having the YLDBs debating the least embarrassing place to put his aging mitt, and arm, and bat. Seeing him in a Mariners uniform would be funny too. The real winners here are us, can we all agree on that?

Dallas Green?

Another link... this one, translated badly into English, floats the idea of Reyes/Beltran to Arizona for Justin Upton and Stephen Drew.