Saturday, February 21, 2009


I got nothin', really.

Just massive props to Jordan Bastian, Photojournalist, for making our lives complete over the last week or so. ♥

Earlier this week, a friend and I were musing about how, back in the day, "spring training" was little more than a teaser on the radio while we were trying to drag our sorry asses out of bed at ridiculous o'clock in the morning to go to school. Now, it seems like we're practically there. What did we do before the 'net?


Y'know what's a real tongue-twister when yer drunk off yer ass?
"Your Jays toque kicks my Jays toque's ass."

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