Hahahahahaha… Inside Roger Clemens’s brain.

Why you should never, ever hide in big piles of leaves.

I’m sorry, but everytime I read another update on this story of a man abducting his grandchild to keep him away from his “gay” parents, I keep chuckling at Grandpa’s reasoning: the kid participates in ballet and “gay art class” instead of baseball. We only had regular art class at my elementary school. *snicker* (On a serious note, the kid’s back home now.)

Somebody else agrees with me about Roger Clemens being a big fat wuss.

“We love baseball because it’s about manhood.” Oh yeah, baby. We do. (Especially where it pertains to Mike Piazza.)

Roger Clemens is a big fat ass. When he walks down the street, people say, “God damn! That’s a big fat ass!” And if he tries anything with my Mikey again, I’ll deal with him personally. (Sorry for the obscure South Park reference. But the man is a fat bastard.)

You knew it was coming. The Pope may resign.

I think “Elizabeth Scably, U Make Me Hurl!” is the best sign I’ve ever seen in my life. Maybe now she’ll think twice before crossing picket lines.