I can't remember the last time something went well for us. I honestly can't fuckin remember the last good thing that happened to me. The highlight of the week was the undercooked bacon and chicken in my mac and cheese tonight. Objects are being hurled across Claver 205 as we speak and Mucc is ready to burn the building down. As I just watched that Asdrubal Cabrera's home run sail over the right field fence into the empty bleachers in Cleveland I thought to myself, "3, when's this shit going to turn around?" Somehow, 3 spoke back, "Ryan, it's never turning around." We just can't catch a break.
P.S. Mucc just left for church. We've hit rock bottom.
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