“live together, die alone”
abc

millions and millions of people watched Lost last night, so for those of you who didnt, write me a nice email about how badly you want me, or if youre a dude, write your momma about how much you love her. cuz the spoilers are about to flow like rhymes from ice cube.

the instapundit’s favorite writer, kurt vonnegut taught us that good stories have believable characters, but great stories introduce seemingly secondary characters that end up being central figures.

so to me, what made last nights episode, the two-hour finale so wonderful was the return of the man who was in the hatch when locke found it, desmond, and his amazing backstory.

in fact, last night made me believe that my favorite show isnt a story about Jack or Locke or even my beloved fat man Hurly, but that this is the story of desmond

who is being tested, and monitored, and fucked with, and who has the best love story.

i hate that my Black brother is such a villan and so unbelievably driven to sell out everything that he believes in for a son that he barely knows. i dont buy it. nor do i like it.

i love the crazy four-toed statue remain which immediately made me think that this is the island of buggs bunny. evil buggs. the one where everyone runs down into holes and hides and then pops up to hunt other wabbits.

i love that the preacher was right and that desmond even knows that you shouldnt fuck with spiritual men. and im glad that he who was wrong admitted it. sincerly.

im happy about who didnt die in this episode, paritucularily because i had heard rumblings about this fellow or that one dying and when it looked like someone was going to get blowed up or on fire, something even more spectacular happened other than mere death.

i loved that the sky got crazy. i loved that the aussie chick finally got her stick out of her ass. and i really loved that we learned a LOT more about “pushing the button”.

although now i wonder if they can push the button ever again.

will locke fix it? will the iraqi dude help him?

and what about the boat? why would you sail that thing to where the others are? dont you think they’ll just steal it?

i love that hurley is so unwanted. i love that jack and the hot babe are so uncomfortable about their getting caught in the net. and of course i love poisoned darts, but who doesnt love that shit.

my friends at work speculate that Walt’s dog will have some sort of significance to the plot, and if Lost wants to hire me for a few weeks, i know i could write a pretty funny backstory episode where we learn about his dark past.

and all id ask for is $50k.

$40k if i can have access to the hot tub and laundry facilities.

SIRI shot up from 3.63 to 4.22 since i told you yesterday + marty + bicylemark + reverse vampyr

however, theres nothing better than three gay guys on stage on national tv

video of prince and the twins + crazy car crash + white dude dominates at hoops in venice beach

but fine, i’ll admit it. i watched American Idol last night.

and i watched it a little last week too.

i tuned in because they suckered me into it. their shit worked. i wanted to see how that gray haired no talent schmuck could have beat out all my nubian princesses and that rocker and is poised to beat the pretty little teengirl whose mama is a voice teacher.

to be honest i dont get it. how the fuck is the soul patrol gonna be your next american idol?

i dont think simon can understand it either which is why he tried to sabatoge the upset-in-the-making by crowing him the Idol last night, thus creating the reverse-psychology backlash that will spill over to the voting.

dont get me wrong, im not crazy about the chickie either. she does nothing for me. and Somewhere Over the Rainbow? wasnt that done way better by that gay dude in Star Search like twenty years ago? wanna impress me, do Rainbow Connection or that angry kelly clarkson tune that she did at the grammys.

but last week when they showed how elliot had 33% and soul patrol had 33% and chickie had 33% i knew that whatever dude made the cut would win

because anyone who would vote for eliot over the babe or gray hair over the babe in the semi finals would vote for the dude over the babe in the finals.

my theory about bro is all the dads who watch american idol with their teen daughters see a little of themselves in the bozo. they see a guy who cant dance or sing up on that stage like hes got a stick in his ass and they root him on out of narcisism. plus they know they’ll never bang that chick. thats the sort of girl who never puts out, always does her homework, and wont even let the high school quarterback get his pinky stinky at prom – but will let him pay for the limo and the lobster and the tickets and the flowers and the etc etc. whore.

america should be ashamed of themselves.

look what the eurohttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifs are doing over in europe. theyve got an american idol competition too. its called the eurovision blah blah blah. you know who won over there? some Gwar ripoff with a shitty song. but at least they look like Gwar.

im never gonna buy a taylor hicks cd. im never going to buy a kristin mcphee record. the only thing im gonna buy is playboy when she poses in there in five years, which is why everyone says Fox is the real winner of this second rate talent show, but the real winner is hugh hefner because you know the Girls of American Idol is gonna be a best seller.

i hope mandesa gets the centerfold.

SIRI is at 3.63 + gilliam + video of guns n roses live last week

in two weeks ive met a cheerleader and a stewardess. and ive fallen for both of them. and theyve both left me. and now i feel empty and worthless and hollow and incomplete.

not in a sad way just in a way i once discussed with the guitar player of my favorite band in college. he knew a lot about astrology and his sign was the water bearer. and he said that after a performance it was like he had let all the water out of his bucket.

he said a good show was like carrying a huge bucket miles and miles and then up a really big hill and giving it to all the thirsty people. and that was a great feeling, you know, of stoking those people. but then he said he felt really crappy. and empty. not buddhist empty which is what you shoot for, but out of gas empty like you totally forgot to fill up when the red light came on empty.

like starving in the middle of the night 139am empty.

we didnt have a lot of talks but i remember that one.

never did i think as a little kid that i would feel crappy after being with one hot babe after another. but sometimes, kids, you will. and its at those times that you have to remember that the devil exists and hes trying to fuck up your good thing. hes trying to harsh your mellow. hes trying to make you not enjoy your little glow.

hes trying to drag you down to his level.

the thing about fairy tales is after the young prince gets his blowjob from the princess that he just saved, the story is over and they live happily ever after. which we know is bullshit. and why i will never read my children ridiculous lies.

for what would happen next would be the prince might get all paranoid and wonder, whats this stewardess really like when shes not laid over in LA all tipsy and happy cuz its warm and sunny and clear? the prince might even wonder if she was bullshitting when she said she got that hot little pussy checked out just last week. and then if he chose to trust her, he might get all weirded out and wonder if she meant it when she said she’ll call him the next time shes in LA.

i dont know one person who ever lived happily ever after.

maybe marilyn manson. but his records started to suck as soon as he dumped rose. nobody wants that.

its almost memorial day and i would like to take another road trip somewhere but i aint got nowhere to road trip to. plus i want to save my money for the next step for the busblog. so i think im gonna stay home this weekend. ive been a good boy so far this year and kept to my new years resolution of reading at least one chapter from the bible every sunday. and maybe thats why ive been blessed with some sweet girls who have crossed my path.

i havent gotten very far in the bible but thats not the point, the point is to just read and read slow and get every drop. this week i read about sarah and abraham and how sarah was barren and abraham was old and sarah said fine you can “go into” my maidservant and see what you can do about getting us a kid, and after abraham went into her he knocked the chick, hagar, up. and then the hagar got all haughty with sarah and sorta wanted to raise lil ishmael herself. sarah got pissed and chased hagar into the desert. there an angel told her to relax, that everything would be fine, but she had to return to sarah and submit to her. aka hand over the boy.

i had remembered that story but i forgot about a small detail. hagar was an egyptian. aka Black! meaning a progeny of abraham – one of the most important patriarchs of judiasm, christianity and islam – sired a son who was a half black kid. and it was his first born. take that shelbyville!

i dont know what it means, but i do know that whenever im emotional, something that rarely happens in my life, however its been happening more now that im off the pipe, its always nice to slip into the bible and see what other people had to deal with, drama wise. and it chills me out, because my problems are miniscule compared to having to try to appease my wife whose jealous and angry that the hot egyptian chick is waving her finger around and has one hand on her hip talking about oh no you didnt say that my son is your son now.

and the cubs lost in the ninth today

and the zancau was dry today

but its gorgeous in la and im the luckiest old man since abe and kerry wood pitched well and prior is coming back and this time last year i dont think i had even gotten laid once yet. im so far ahead of the game. thats how you beat the devil. he can be beat. its not a game that you win over long periods of time you just have to beat him before you get up out of your chair. so now that hes beat, i can go wash this stewardess off me.

even though i dont wanna. even though she has some of her hair in my sink and normally i hate hair of any sort anywhere but she was different and i sorta like it there but thats living in the past. where the devil wants you. naked titty angels are in the future so keep walking to the light. to the light. keep walking to the good stuff.

kitty bukkake + paxgitmo + upholstered apocalypse + crunkness

than we probably know. one of them is i get super jealous. the other is we both think raymis the best.

the other day she got interviewed by a toronto web site.

she answered the questions super well, but you know me, i cant let someone get interviewed without being interviewed too. so here goes. may i recommend that you all join in.

Describe your blog in 10 words or less.

fucking killer.

Why did you start your blog? Blogiversary?

i wanted to see if a loser without a car could get some fine hollywood pussy without a sweet ride without a good job and without any money. i wanted to see if there were any women left who would get naked for a man simply for his ideas and how he expressed them. i wanted to see if the freaks still came out at night. i wanted to see if i still had it.

How long have you lived in Toronto?

ive lived in los angeles since i got kicked out of high school as a freshman, and got accepted into community college in santa monica. 1984. the year after the last girl i made out with was born. yes, blogging rules.

What’s the funniest/strangest thing that has happened to you in Toronto? Did you blog about it?

the strangest thing that ever happened to me in LA actually happened in West LA when i got to jam with rivers cuomo at the amhearst house and he wanted to play nirvana songs all night. of course i blogged about it. it was the greatest moment of my life, that year.

What are some of the changes in Toronto that you have seen in your lifetime?

i hate changes. but LA changes all the time. i hate that rhino records is no longer. i love ameoba, but couldnt we have had both? i hate that there are no more drive ins. i hate that madame wongs west is gone. i hate that the wiskey is a pit now. i hate that knac is gone. i dont like kroq any more. i dont like that i have to pay for howard stern, although its the best money that i spend. im not crazy about 3rd Street promenade. im not crazy about the fact that hollywood is getting so expensive. and i miss the anti club.

What era, day or event in Toronto’s history would you like to re-live and why?

the rodney king riots. i was in santa barbara at the time working at sears. actually the first day, the day they were voted not guilty i was at dodger stadium with the famous record producer taavi mote who engineered beverly hills cop. but the next day they rioted pretty hard and i watched it up in plush santa barbara in supersafe sears and i saw a guy rolling a big screen down Sunset from a Silo store and i wished i was behind him rolling a bigger screen. no justice, no peace.

Who’s your favourite Torontonian?

raymi, pit, fil. but my favorite Los Angelinos are my friends, n.w.a, and janes addiction

Can we believe everything you post on your blog?

i sorta wish you wouldnt. people believe way too much from the interweb. they should only believe the smiles of pretty girls during intimate moments. and dogs. everything else is a bullshit convention sponsored by fear.

Has blogging changed you or enhanced a personality trait?

heres another way im like raymi. fucker, blogging hasnt changed us, we’ve changed blogging. now gimme money or show me your tits.

Do you have a favourite post from your blog?

oh but theyre are so many. this will be my 4053rd post just on the busblog. so i will give you the best .1% or my favourites, at least

1. how to blog

2. how to leave a comment

3. a few more disclaimers that I would have liked to have seen in Glenn’s disclaimer

4. yesterday i had to go to jury duty

Have you had your 15 minutes yet?

15 minutes? ive had a few hours are you kidding me? i was the luckiest man ever before this blogging shit, now im the super luckiest of all times, and its only gotten better. im bound to absolutely nobody. i can do whatever i want or say whatever i want. political bloggers cant do that. im not married im not in a relationship i have no kids i have no mortgage i have no car payment. the only thing i probably couldnt do on my blog is get a flickr account, but who the fuck would want that? and if i did id say its for research or because i feel bad for yahoo. im still young enough to get it hard in seconds and im old enough to know how to bring it – unless the chick is smoking hot :cough: … the la weekly this spring named me along with guys like rick rubin and sara silverman and luke ford as one of the top 100 los angelinos of interest. i have no business in those circles. thats 15 minutes right there. this year isnt even half way through and i got sent to amsterdam, i got sent to austin, i got sent to vancouver, i got sent to coachella. those were each 15 minutes. ive had days. and im telling you, the best is right around the corner. im calling my shot right now, and it’ll be off the glass. just watch.

Ever met a stranger who already knew you through your blog? How was that?

many. its the best. if i had nipples that could get errect, they would have. it’s the best ever. fuck guitar lessons, kids, learn how to type shit up.

Lose any friends or muck something up because of a post?

most of my friends are writers, so no i havent lost any friends. i have mucked shit up from time to time, but nothing serious. im pretty good at seperating real life from what gets portrayed as real life on this thing.

Who are your fav bloggers?

heres ten off the top of my head: raymi, xtx, jessica, erin, raspberry, lindsay, flagrant, zulieka, the pants, chad, pitt, sweaty, leah, fil, goldenfiddle, and gorilla mask

What’s happening in Toronto right now that the rest of us should be watching?

i’ll tell you whats not happening in LA right now. theres not a crowd of Clipper fans waiting at the airport for their team to come home from Phoenix, which shows you how cold hearted this city is for their teams. its win it all or go home. its rough. that team was super good. it should have beaten phoenix but gave it too many chances and steve nash, mvp, doesnt need too many chances to beat you.

You have the opportunity to gather with 5 of your regular readers – who are they, where do you meet and what do you talk about?

lets just say theyre all female, theyre all bi, theyre all drunk, i have eaten viagra and we’re in a whipped cream factory during memorial day weekend. you know who you are. and there will be many competitions.

Have you ever had a question you wanted to ask random people throughout the world?

not one general one. usually i just want to tell them that i think theyre super rad. the more i travel the more i fall in love with people.

If your blog were a food, what food would it be?

a hostess suzy q. totally a fake food. but delicious.

If you could gather all of the bloggers of the world together into one room and tell them one thing, what would it be?

ladies, lube up. gentlemen, this is how its done.

Anything else you’d like to add…

white sox suck.

the queen of france

you shouldnt be crying. but i know why you are.

its cuz life isnt fair.

trust me, as a cub fan i understand how life isnt fair.

youre supposed to be on top of the world. youre rich, youre famous, youve got a cute little kiddo, youve got tons of fans.

i know it sucks that your man is a loser. i know you dont wanna divorce your babys daddy. i know you wanna drive your own car and carry your own son.

but baby none of this is working out.

i know youre worried that if someone else carries your baby you’ll look like a bad mom but you know what, fuck those people.

heres what you need to do and the first thing is hire me. i’ll work for you for $50k a year cuz thats all i need. i dont even need that. i’ll work for you for $40k if you let me use your hot tub a few times a week. and the laundry facilities.

i will be your new driver. you need one. im a great driver. ive never had an accident. ive also lived in LA for a gazillion years.

as your driver i will also be your voice of reason because clearly whoever is supposed to be that for you has laringitious. or however you spell it. theyre fucking up.

if i see you are about to go out to street with little baby sean on your hip i will say baby, i mean britney, put that Bjorn on Byourself, Beyotch. its why it was bjinvented.

if i see that you wont wear it and you have a drink in your hand i will carry it for you until we get into the car. then i will put you in the back seat and i will hand you the drink and i will wait until everyones strapped in and then i will pull away from the curb and drive at a reasonable pace.

we wont run from the ‘ratzi. theyre annoying but all they want is your picture. in fact you and i will start a little web site where we will take a picture of you and the boy three times a day. we will flood the market with britney pics and theirs wont be worth as much. hell, we will have picture day at your house a few times a month where sick and poor kids come over and take hundreds of pics

ok maybe not sick kids since youre pregnant, but fans, nice fans, young fans and their moms.

we will also not have you go to the grocery store any more for awhile. i know you like going to the ralphs in malibu but you know what, no more of that. i will get your groceries. i know you want a normal life but who are you fucking kidding? you dont have a normal life. normal people arent worth millions. normal people dont have photographers chasing them around. normal people dont have tony pierce as their driver.

why do you wanna live in malibu anyways? theres only one grocery store out there. theres only one major road. youre sorta trapped out there. you wanna be punk rock? move to compton. i’ll still be your driver, and i bet you a buck that you’ll have far less paparatzi hanging out front of your house if you lived on Compton Blvd.

when you slipped the other day you said, “thats why i want a gun.” you wont need a gun if you lived in Compton. your neighbors would take care of the riff raff. trust me.

now regarding kfed. im not a fan of divorce. i believe that marriage is something that you have till death do you part. so heres what we do. again, we move everyone to Compton. kfed too. one day when he goes to the studio or whereever the fuck he goes, we change the code for the gate. then we let the neighbors take care of the scrawny wigger.

till death do you part-y.

im not saying that compton is a violent place. im just saying that if something happened to the ratzi or kevin, nobody would question it. then you and i and the babies drive back up to malibu and you give me a little raise and let me drive you around for a few more years.

dont worry im not secretly hitting on you. it just breaks my heart to see you cry.

references available upon request,

tony

seamus + david + mlah + ben

who doesnt love chicken? she doesnt. not only a virgin but a vegan. a virgan. a vegin. she puts no meat in her mouth america. none. i was lucky to get my tounge in there. she had a cute spaghetti strap shirt on that said i eat nothing with a face and i argued that i dont have much of a face any more, just bored expressions. she had mercy on me. now, how that got her to spend the night is beyond me but we slept tangled like dna strands but my blue balls have never been so blue. but i report to you from the front that a sleepover date with a vegin is better than no date at all. and even though my fantasy baseball reliever just gave up a two run homer in the bottom of the ninth i have a stupid smile and reason to believe.

the day started off right when i finally opened my week’s mail around noon after breakfast. there was an expense check that i had forgotten that i had submitted, there was a book from a very nice forgeiner who asked to remain anonymous but swedish princesses deserve their privacy so there you go baby, and then i got a small package from one of my favorite people who sent me the new white stripes cd get behind me satan and the new frank black cd honeycomb.

ive gotta open my mail more often.

sadly i saw an invoice from my dentist. and im 60 days past due! for some reason i thought they were tapping into my credit card each month. i told them that it was cool to do that since i didnt know when i was gonna be back there, but i guess there were some extra charges or something? whatev, hes got a good place there so the checks in the mail doc.

three stamps i must get tomorrow morning.

did as much as i could with a virgan after breakfast and she pulled out this stinky green bud that i was all whoah baby whered a pretty little girl like you get something as crazy as that? it was dark green with crazy little purple hairs and shades of yellow near its core which sparkled in the morning light.

people like to give me things she giggled and dug through her bag for a pipe and pulled out this shiny silver lipstick thing that turned into a smoking device. she packed it, swiped the lighter next to the candle and offered me the first hit but i passed since i thinking im going to probably get drug tested at this company i applied for. office depot doesnt accept druggies i told her.

instead i licked her cute little perky nipple and said thats how you get high off life baby and my head sunk down due to gravity i swear and entered a sweet darkness that no man has ever reached and i was there for a milisecond as she was distracted with her paraphenalia and had no free hands to defend her bunker and i searched for a whiff of innocence but thats the funny thing about aromas, sometimes pot smoking angels have none

not even when they pass out on the couch before the sixth inning in front of the cubs sox game on the big screen

a game the cubs would barely win thanks to the complete game effort of mr mark prior who probably doesnt smell like chicken soup which is my aroma currently as its hot in this bungalow at two twenty six on may twenty second i have no ac no ceiling fan no nothing except a scientificly adjusted assortment of windows and doors some of which are open to allow in the shade-cooled air to enter, and some which are closed to stop the bright sun-warmed air to come in.

but even though its warm she sleeps beneath a mexican blanket not at all knowing that pizza pie has been delivered with her favorite toppings and even though mine has double, obviously, her half has no cheese.

chad is doing something unique

i think its cuz the caged bird isnt singing.

caged bird is disappointed in my taste in girls.

one day someone super cool is there. next day someone way too young is there. next day someone super annoying is there. next day someone way too dull is there with hot clothes.

caged bird is a judger.

yesterday there was an annoying chick followed by a hot clothes chick. im a very odd person. i dont care how hot your clothes are unless i like you. and i dont care how young you are or how flat your belly is or how you pretend like you dont know that youre flashing me panty.

im odd because sometimes id rather be blogging.

ive met some girls over the span of my lifetime who have really fucked up the bell curve. if you have seen half the chicks that come through my place youd be all omg and trust me theres a small part of me that is saying omg. not that small part. that part is old. and tired. sometimes i think that part would rather be blogging too.

ask this one girl i used to date. hell ask any of them. twice a day i want to blog. if i dont get 20 minutes to write something down i dont care what the chick is wearing or promising or alledging, i just want to write. its very much like taking a dump. and the room smells when im done, too.

ok so the sopranos were on last night and i get the east coast feed of hbo and annoying girl hadnt seen the sopranos since two years ago, so i figured that she would be able to get filled in pretty fast but i was wrong. all she kept doing was asking questions. whos that guy whos that lady. i would tell her and she wouldnt believe me.

why ask me questions if youre not going to believe me.

so i played a little game with her. i told her that every time she was being annoying or didnt believe me she had to take off an item of clothing. before we knew it she was naked. so i said ok, now if youre annoying or dont believe me you have to open the drapes and then walk around my building.

the neighbors loved that one.

then she had to get on top of my coffee table, then she had to order pizza. then she had to wear my hats. then she had to speak in a french accent.

what happened was instead of being disgusted and frustrated with me she had the time of her life and is now super in love with me.

sadly im so not into her or her size 0 jeans that she somehow left behind. WHO LEAVES JEANS BEHIND!~?!?>!?

speaking of leaving shit behind. someone else left behind some earrings and some booty shorts. everyone leaves shit behind. karisa says its because they want me to think of them or return it. all i know is people ask me about it.

q. whose fugly earrings are these?
a. oh theyre not yours?
q. um, NO
a. i guess theyre mine then.
q. you dont even have pierced ears.
a. then i guess theyre my maid’s.
q. i bet. well tell your other whore that she has bad taste.
a. baby thats not how you win my heart.
q. im just saying.
a. youre just being annoying.
q. whose are they?
a. if i knew i’d tell you. ive got nothing to hide.
q. karisas?
a. karisa hasnt been over here in years baby. and shes practically married.
q. i hate you.
a. you cant say you hate me when youre topless wearing a funny hat.
q. look at me in the eyes, i hate you tony pierce.
a. baby i just met you like an hour ago. you cant be jealous. its not allowed.
q. ive known you virtually for a year. ive read all your books. i know you better than you know YOURSELF!
a. then you know that i want to blog right now.
q. good then blog.
a. and if you know me, you know that i like for girls to watch porn and touch themselves when i blog.
q. say what?
a. you heard me. porn is in the shoe box marked XXX.

and once again, be careful for what you ask for because some girls will actually do what you request. and then unfortunately then you have a turned on girl who really wants you NOW and you havent even started blogging yet. which is why, i suppose, God invented the rerun.

today the cubs faced the white sox in the south side of chicago.

and the cubs won.

i know the scoreboard had some numbers on it that made it look like the white sox came out on top but they didnt. they got a beat down.

a lot of baseball fans are happy about interleague play – american league teams playing national league clubs during the regular season – but i hate it. i hate it because it’s fake and unnatural and sends the wrong message to the children. i dont want the cubs playing the sox or the mets playing the yankees unless it’s in the world series, when it means something.

but baseball’s marketing department threw the red ants on the black ants during the regular season to increase attendance, and theyve gotten their wish. interleague play is a wild success. however so is pornography and violent films.

today the chicago cubs, who havent been winning many games ever since their star first baseman broke his wrist, went to the south side to play the white sox who have been playing well since last year.

some say the white sox are the defending world series champions but since i didnt see it with my own eyes im choosing to believe that last year was a very bad dream involving holograms.

in the second inning the white sox catcher rounded third and there was a play at the plate. the white sox fella ran into the cubs catcher, michael barrett and knocked him down before he had a chance to tag him out.

he then slapped home plate with excitement as the home team cheered.

then he lowered his shoulder and ran into the cubs catcher barrett in order to retrieve his batting helmet and barrett did what every cub fan has been wanting to do to the white sox for a very long time,

he punched him in the fucking jaw

and instantly became a hero and a legend in the deep, long history of the north side club.

the sox catcher later in an interview said he didnt know why barrett hit him but that just goes to show you how the white sox are – theyre dirty liars who deserve to be beaten tomorrow when the two teams meet up again.

its a good thing i dont have a pregnant wife right now because i would name the child michael barrett pierce regardless of what sex the infant ended being.

tonight i will sleep well. i will kiss a teenage girl and she will kiss me back and ask me how my day was and i will tell her the story of michael barrett. sadly she doesnt understand sports because shes european (she even insists that soccer is a sport) but i will try to explain to her that the white sox are like a younger brother. one who you have to share a house with because of blood and laws and history. but you dont want to share the house with them. youre supposed to love them but you dont. and you never will. and even if they move away you still wont love them.

she wont understand this because she knows that i have two younger siblings who i love very much and at that point i will tell her that i have a very dark heart full of contradictions, but one thing is crystal clear – the white sox are the enemy. more so than the cardinals or the yankees or even our current administration who lies and tortures and raises our gas prices. the white sox are worse.

yes they gave us bill veeck and harry caray and jimmy piersal and that midget and some of my best friends are sox fans (actually none of them are) and i even have a soft spot for jerry manuel and scott podsednick but the white sox are the shit stain in the toilet that just wont scrub off. i hope their stadium burns, i hope they lose the rest of their games this season, and i hope whatever happened last year gets expunged from the record due to some scandal that we stumble across in the near future.

until then michael barrett is my hero and i will buy his jersey in the morning. the first cub jersey ive ever owned.

cubs win.

video of the blow + a sox fans biased version of the incident