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Started by Suu, February 14, 2011, 02:48:41 PM

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February 14, 2011, 02:48:41 PM
My sister had to report to Brighthouse Field this morning (And is on her way to Dunedin Stadium in a bit), and I just got a "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!" phone call from the Phillies pitching staff.

I came.

That is all.


-Suu
Actually tearing up a bit.
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Suu

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February 14, 2011, 04:23:42 PM
I suddenly have this really horrible idea to start a local slow-pitch team in a softball beer league.

Spags with baseball bats? WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!
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Telarus

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February 14, 2011, 10:11:14 PM
Quote from: Princess Suu the Apostate on February 14, 2011, 04:23:42 PM
I suddenly have this really horrible idea to start a local slow-pitch team in a softball beer league.

Spags with baseball bats? WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

FIZZBALL!
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February 15, 2011, 12:11:42 AM
Quote from: Telarus on February 14, 2011, 10:11:14 PM
Quote from: Princess Suu the Apostate on February 14, 2011, 04:23:42 PM
I suddenly have this really horrible idea to start a local slow-pitch team in a softball beer league.

Spags with baseball bats? WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

FIZZBALL!

OMG YES.
Sovereign Episkopos-Princess Kaousuu; Esq., Battle Nun, Bene Gesserit.
Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion; 1st Church of Discordia

"Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it."

Telarus

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February 15, 2011, 01:07:06 AM Last Edit: March 25, 2011, 08:25:30 AM by Telarus
Quote from: Princess Suu the Apostate on February 15, 2011, 12:11:42 AM
Quote from: Telarus on February 14, 2011, 10:11:14 PM
Quote from: Princess Suu the Apostate on February 14, 2011, 04:23:42 PM
I suddenly have this really horrible idea to start a local slow-pitch team in a softball beer league.

Spags with baseball bats? WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

FIZZBALL!

OMG YES.

Note to Spags: Do not play Fizzball on a predominantly LAVA ROCK play-field.

And if you happen to ignore that 'rule', DON'T chant "KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!" and lunge after the soda/beer can that you just "winged" and is now jumping all over the ground due to the micro-puncture and pressurized contents.

OR THIS HAPPENS





The 2nd pic shows how my friend Josh learned these rules. Notice that the wounds match the shrapnel on the broken off portion of the bat. I think the ground had a low opinion on Josh's accuracy and decided to show him how it's done.

The soda bled out at the scene while Josh was rushed from the beach to the nearest makeshift hospital ward (in this case, the parking lot of Walmart).
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#5
February 15, 2011, 01:11:48 AM
I was thinking for the Memorial Day weekend, we find a baseball field and show our dear Dutch/Deutschspags some American™ fun.


This being the worst beer we can find (Probably Coors Light) and baseball.

This shouldn't end badly...NAH.
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Don Coyote

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February 15, 2011, 01:15:11 AM
Quote from: Princess Suu the Apostate on February 15, 2011, 01:11:48 AM
I was thinking for the Memorial Day weekend, we find a baseball field and show our dear Dutch/Deutschspags some American™ fun.


This being the worst beer we can find (Probably Coors Light) and baseball.

This shouldn't end badly...NAH.

And this is how Dutchspagialand declared war on America.
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