My daughter. Got so psyched after last night's game, I bought her a Flyers outfit. It goes along with the fact that the only word she knows how to spell is EAGLES.
Adorable little kid. Rare that I say things like that not in jest, but she is.
What she really needs to round that outfit out, though, is a Red Sox cap.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a whore. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.