I hate those damn give-the-retard-the-football-on-the-last-play-of-the-season type television segments, because they always make me cry. Always. You could shoot my dog and choke my horse and I wouldn't dampen a hankie, but show me a retard in a baseball helmet striking out during the state finals and I fucking lose it.
Because of all that, this was remarkably dangerous to watch at work.
Friday, February 24, 2006
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Holy jesus. Tears. Instantaneous.
I'll second that.
third.
Thanks. That's the second time today. The first was this Morning Edition piece on Danny and Annie Perasa. Right as I'm pulling into the parking lot at work.
And now this. Nice bookend to my day. Thanks.
Fourth.
I have filed a lawsuit concerning the abuse of the word "mayhem" in that newscast. I saw no mayhem whatsoever, and was sorely disappointed.
Tru dat. An awkward choice of words at best. Doesn't "mayhem" imply violence/destruction? I think "excitement," "hullabaloo," or "hoopla" might have been better word choices.
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