Posted on Wednesday, June 01, 2005 by Father McFeely
Ok so no I didn't actually whip it out but god damn it was boring out there, yes I'm talking about slo-pitch people come on now, hardly no one would hit out there and so there I am left to my own wild little imagination. In short bursts this is fine in public but I'm standing out there with a thumb in my bum going "I wonder how I could spice this up" as I turn to the center fieldman and yell "Fuck man if I whipped it out right now no one would even notice that's how fucking boring it is out here!". Well of course he laughs and the fucking batter hits it out in to right field, my day dreaming interrupted by some kill joy :P. In to action I spring, I run, I run.... I think "shit what was my dandy lion count again, shit got to start over", miss the stupid ball toss it into second and return to my post. "1, 2, 3, 4 ... shit did I count that one twice hmmmm. Oh the inning is over time to go bat YAY!". Let's face it right field is for the newbie's that can't do anything or put in an effort, I put in the effort hahaha shut up I'm new. Then one day all of a sudden my game came together I started hitting runs in and getting home myself, god I love getting to home base... think abooooout it ;). I got moved to left and center field now and damn the game is fun. Sadly though no more time to think about whipping it out for the home crowd, despite the cheers for it. I was trying to figure out what happened all of sudden I was doing good, so strange some would say, I know better I started getting more sex then I could shake a stick at it's amazing how sex and blow jobs make life a better place to be... hahaha sucka's thought I had something meaningful to say.
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