Dudes,
I'm still paying for last night, I'll never drink again under false pretenses. This is of course until Mr. Bacardi continues his merry plan by design for me. Next time, instead of sporting blinders, through real eyes, I'll realize his real lies. Makes sense, right? Of course.
Today was another offday from the set and well needed, the willy needed to de-sore itself. I feel as if a tug-o-war with the third leg was what physically pushed me over the other day.
Allow me to illustrate what makes the world go round. As players we need to win, winning= money= power= self confidence= doing something nice to yourself by doing something nice for the woman in your life= the domination of the pink taco.
In short, defeat the oddsmakers, kill your man, pad your wallet and get some ass out there, life is too short not to bag as many chicks as you can before the Grim Reaper pulls your losing lottery ticket.
Yesterdays recap....
4 teams needed to win Monday, 3 not only lost but sucked dick and took it deep in the ass. Probably no more larger than the Redbirds who graciously accepted a foot of pork with ease for prostate stimulation in the clubhouse afterwards. Not to blow my own horn, that's why there's bitches on this Earth, but the line was just too easy as the oddsmakers were begging for St. Louis coin.
Essentially there are only 4 games on the board with any significant meaning, we all know what they are, who is playing and who is pitching, for me, this is neither here or there...for the moment, I'll come back to this in a moment.
I forgot to mention, hats off to the Tampa Bay Tampons for putting on extra padding for their heavy flow victor against my Yankees.
On with this show...
The oddsmakers have once again fucked u tonight on a line according to the Vendor Database system and it may be a game most are overlooking, but guys it doesn't matter, a win is a win, and this transcends to the previously above aforementioned "stepladder." tonight's journey has landed me in Petco Park. The Cubs always seem to disappoint their legions of fans year after year but people still cheer these fuckers on. The Padres have gone downhill since the 2010 all star game and have little on the wayside to have anybody in San Diego excited about for the future.
Matt Garza takes on Anthony Bass and if anyone takes a close look at the Bassman, there is a striking similarity between he and Lance Bass minus the dick hanging out of his mouth.
Garza is hotter than Erin Andrews leaked peephole video where she's stares aimlessly inside her ass hole. 25 innings picked in the last 3 starts winning all. The Cubs were shut out last night, jetlag from boning the airplane stewardesses I'm certain. More importantly, the Cubs are chalk even during their shitty disappointing season on the road. The Yankees and their lineup are a 2 to 1 dog on the road. How the fuck can this be I ask?
9* Sick Love Overture on the Chicago Cubs specifying Matt Garza or else this fucker is dead.
If your local disallows playing meaningless games meaning easier shut you can win at and only allows the 4 bullshit lined games, then for this evening, take the hapless Boston Red Sux. All the other teams needing to win tonight has had credible line movement.
Again, The Red Sux is the better play out there.
As always my fellow "Love" readers, best of luck,
Eddie Rebel
I'm still paying for last night, I'll never drink again under false pretenses. This is of course until Mr. Bacardi continues his merry plan by design for me. Next time, instead of sporting blinders, through real eyes, I'll realize his real lies. Makes sense, right? Of course.
Today was another offday from the set and well needed, the willy needed to de-sore itself. I feel as if a tug-o-war with the third leg was what physically pushed me over the other day.
Allow me to illustrate what makes the world go round. As players we need to win, winning= money= power= self confidence= doing something nice to yourself by doing something nice for the woman in your life= the domination of the pink taco.
In short, defeat the oddsmakers, kill your man, pad your wallet and get some ass out there, life is too short not to bag as many chicks as you can before the Grim Reaper pulls your losing lottery ticket.
Yesterdays recap....
4 teams needed to win Monday, 3 not only lost but sucked dick and took it deep in the ass. Probably no more larger than the Redbirds who graciously accepted a foot of pork with ease for prostate stimulation in the clubhouse afterwards. Not to blow my own horn, that's why there's bitches on this Earth, but the line was just too easy as the oddsmakers were begging for St. Louis coin.
Essentially there are only 4 games on the board with any significant meaning, we all know what they are, who is playing and who is pitching, for me, this is neither here or there...for the moment, I'll come back to this in a moment.
I forgot to mention, hats off to the Tampa Bay Tampons for putting on extra padding for their heavy flow victor against my Yankees.
On with this show...
The oddsmakers have once again fucked u tonight on a line according to the Vendor Database system and it may be a game most are overlooking, but guys it doesn't matter, a win is a win, and this transcends to the previously above aforementioned "stepladder." tonight's journey has landed me in Petco Park. The Cubs always seem to disappoint their legions of fans year after year but people still cheer these fuckers on. The Padres have gone downhill since the 2010 all star game and have little on the wayside to have anybody in San Diego excited about for the future.
Matt Garza takes on Anthony Bass and if anyone takes a close look at the Bassman, there is a striking similarity between he and Lance Bass minus the dick hanging out of his mouth.
Garza is hotter than Erin Andrews leaked peephole video where she's stares aimlessly inside her ass hole. 25 innings picked in the last 3 starts winning all. The Cubs were shut out last night, jetlag from boning the airplane stewardesses I'm certain. More importantly, the Cubs are chalk even during their shitty disappointing season on the road. The Yankees and their lineup are a 2 to 1 dog on the road. How the fuck can this be I ask?
9* Sick Love Overture on the Chicago Cubs specifying Matt Garza or else this fucker is dead.
If your local disallows playing meaningless games meaning easier shut you can win at and only allows the 4 bullshit lined games, then for this evening, take the hapless Boston Red Sux. All the other teams needing to win tonight has had credible line movement.
Again, The Red Sux is the better play out there.
As always my fellow "Love" readers, best of luck,
Eddie Rebel