Let it be so fitting as I revel in the pointless mediocrity of Sammy the underachiever, to Baker-the do nothing manger; I hate the fvcking Cubs. The look of anguish on their faces, as the season crumbles into dust, quenches my thirst as I drink, like a fine wine cascading down my throat.
Cubs I bid you adieu
Dr.
:finger: :drink: :aktion033 :breakit: :heh: :finger:
arty: 
k:
Cubs I bid you adieu
Dr.
:finger: :drink: :aktion033 :breakit: :heh: :finger:
arty: k:
