Sunday, May 13, 2012

Houston 1, United 0

After watching Perry Kitchen be the best player on the field for eighteen minutes I txtd this guy: I'm sold on Kitchen. Two minutes later I txtd: And know he's injured and out. He txtd back: You fucking suck. It's true: I've crippled before with praise, I'll cripple again. Fuck, and I begrudge people their rituals and their imaginary friend Jeebus. Oh, and Pontius sprained his ass.

Here's Goff, here's Shatzer, here's Webb. More later, or not.


  1. Seriously, beloved. If you have to fuck with peoples' religions, keep it to shitting on Christians, would you? They're a hell of a lot more offensive and judgmental, and their mythology is both a lot more complex and a lot less plausible.

    As you find out every single time you assert, during any sporting event ever, that Shrodinger's cat is affirmatively in some state. It's science, bitchez. Respekt!

  2. Yesssssss Kitchen is ok per DCU's twitter and Goff