One thought before writing more about Las Vegas, the North American city I recently visited: I want to murder 99 percent of NFL players. It's true. And believe it or not, I have a reason for these homicidal feelings. Can someone explain to me why--every time there's a pile-up after a fumble--every player on the field gives false hope to their fan base by pointing in the favorable direction of their team...as if they have a fucking clue as to what's going on underneath that mess?
Coming tonight: I will finally post the new podcasts and I will write something about the Mitchell Report. Horny?
Brad Spieser (Brad@TwinKilling.com)
12/13/03
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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