Baseball Talk with Gom
Well I think I speak for every terrible garage band and amateur magician when I say that I sure do miss Myspace. It was such a great way to communicate about sports like base bulb and the one with the bouncy thing. Oh well! The Basebulb season is about to start. Get ready for lots of pitching, foul balls and fair balls. Also, strikes and outs. There has never been a pitch thrown where the pitcher puts the ball into his mouth and then spits it at the batter. Will this be the year for that? Maybe. I’m not a fortune teller.
Eric won.
My grandma’s boyfriend said that it wasn’t even close and that the only way Eric might’ve lost is if another contestant were allowed to toss handfuls of hot dogs into the gaping mouth of a volcano. Eric has really let himself go.
Smile Friday
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Eric’s First Post!*
*Please keep in mind that Eric’s fat, cumbersome paws make it difficult to type. That, coupled with his limited capacity to learn the English language and communicate at even a basic level, make it difficult to pinpoint just what he is trying to get across. That being said, here is what Eric thinks about Coldstone Creamery:
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