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I don't want to talk about last night. Not now, not ever. But Randy, I SWEAR to fucking god, it happens again, and I'm gone.
Anyway, *bangs head repeatedly against the clubhouse wall* What the FUCK WAS PRATT DOING! That was Thome's fucking ball, and now they're both out of the game. I think I might have to kill him.
Anyway, *bangs head repeatedly against the clubhouse wall* What the FUCK WAS PRATT DOING! That was Thome's fucking ball, and now they're both out of the game. I think I might have to kill him.