Moohead Radio

“Hey…look…I don’t give a fuck. Really. I wave my dick at Mike McDougall. Faggot Scotsman. He can blow my bagpipe. But I ain’t mad. Fuck no. I’m happy. This is ecstacy, you dumbshits. I make my money whether we win or lose. I roll around the dugout in my roller chair, and laugh my ass off at the fairies we put on the field. No rap against Jermaine Dye. He just sits there in the 9th looking at fastballs. I think it’s fucking hilarious. Let’s bring up the AA players. I can’t wait ’til I see those smelly losers. Tell Kenny Williams that he can give me a bunch of special ed students out there. They read signs better than our guys. And they’re retards. Did Garko’s ball take a bad hop? No. God is punishing me. He wants me to bend over and spread cheek. I ain’t gonna. I don’t care how many bad breaks we get. I ain’t taking it up the bung. I’d blow a monkey before I get butt reamed. Do I feel comfortable bringing in Mike McDougall tomorrow. Hell yeah. Bring his ass in and shoot him with a fuckin’ Uzi. I’ll pull the trigger. I’m gonna go back to the hotel and jerk off. At least I know it’ll end better than this shit. We need a fucking laugh track like one of those sitcoms. We’re funny. Pierzynski is a hoot. He pisses in the hot tub. Great clubhouse guy. I wanna chew razor blades. I’m outta here.”

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