Three Word Baseball Story Number 2

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:05 pm

Vicotinis for everyone
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:03 pm

Kenny Rogers bartending
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Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Ty Cobb

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:04 pm

everyone was drinking

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Sat Aug 09, 2008 8:40 pm

except Nate Robertson
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Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Ty Cobb

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:52 am

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:18 am

with disaster surely,
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Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Ty Cobb

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:47 am

With Kari Dombrowski!
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:53 am

being held hostage
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Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Ty Cobb

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Thu Aug 28, 2008 3:33 am

by the team
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"Contrary to what everybody else thinks, I still think I can come back and help this team."

Todd Jones on shoulder injury.

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:11 pm

who demanded immediate
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Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Ty Cobb

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Thu Aug 28, 2008 1:31 pm

Welfare from Obama lol!

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 29, 2008 3:20 am

Obama declined intimidatingly
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"Contrary to what everybody else thinks, I still think I can come back and help this team."

Todd Jones on shoulder injury.

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:34 am

and he said

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:35 am

Ask me after

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:36 am

The 2008 Election

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:30 pm

I think we should get the whole story together to see how awesome it is.
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"Contrary to what everybody else thinks, I still think I can come back and help this team."

Todd Jones on shoulder injury.

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:29 pm

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:41 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:37 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:39 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:19 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.". Cindy McCain was shocked
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Sep 23, 2008 8:04 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.". Cindy McCain was shocked - her husband decided
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Sep 23, 2008 8:05 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.". Cindy McCain was shocked - her husband decided to remarry Carol Shepp.

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:16 am

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.". Cindy McCain was shocked - her husband decided to remarry Carol Shepp instead of admitting
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:14 pm

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" asked Brandon.

"He feels as if he should die," said Jones, speaking in third-person.

"Performance-enhancing drugs must be to blame," said Susie.

"Your so emo," began Brandon Inge, "even a blind squirrel can breathe".

"What?" asked Susie.

"Starting fluid copiously poured," retorted Inge.

"What are you talking about?" asked Susie.

"Incense and Peppermints meaningless nouns!"

"Forget it, I hate you!"

With that, Susie left and Brandon stayed crazy.

Meanwhile, Jim Leyland started stinking, still dead. His widow accused Inge of murder. Inge denied everything despite being guilty. He thought that lying would help. However, it wouldn't help - the evidence proved that he was guilty.

At the trial, Brandon slipped on oil and died.

Then, a person named Zach Miner took creative liberties and stole Inge's body, along with Clete's. He took them, awkwardly hoisting each above his head, home so that his dog, Sparky, could eat them. The police were non-suspicious because they're incompetent.

Jones, still alive, died - some cared. Gdennis59, the most upset, cried significantly. After a few days, he stopped crying. Miraculously, Todd Jones' mother didn't cry.

So days passed and nothing happened. But after awhile, something boring happened on a dark, stormy night - Mamma Mia was playing in theatres and Verlander went because his girlfriend wasn't home. Justin discovered popcorn grease on his pants - similar to pine tar. Justin was not upset - he loved the movie. Later, he saw it again.

Upon Leyland's grave lay a drunk Curtis Granderson. Curtis may have helped kill Leyland because Jim repeatedly criticized Curtis for hitting triples.

Meanwhile, Susie, Justin, and Curtis, watching Family Guy, had an idea - they'd go gambling in Las Vegas. Along the way, Justin married Susie.

"Wakeup little Susie," started newlywed Verlander, "let's play 'catch' ".

"That's disgusting, Justin" said Susie.

"No it's not," said Justin.

"Okay, fine."

Afterwards, starting fluid leaked out Justin's Honda Civic and his Porsche. He was apathetic. The fumes revived a sleeping rat who promptly shuffled into the Civic.

Racing down Woodward Ave was Matt Joyce brandishing Louisville Sluggers to rob a bank with. Mike Ilitch wrote checks during the robbery. Edgar Renteria smiled shyly while being robbed.

Back at Comerica Park it started raining. Nearby, lightning struck the flagpole at Comerica. It fell on the mayor, killing him. Joyce became Mayor before quitting after being diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Coming back to life were bellbottom pants.

"Groovy," proclaimed Verlander wearing Susie's bellbottoms.

Renteria wasn't amused because Susie stole his hip huggers. Edgar killed her spirit. She cried then shot Edgar in his ass. Edgar used Aflac for his bills. He called Carlos for no reason. Carlos told him he had hemorrhoids. Edgar was delighted and Carlos became a shortstop.

Meanwhile, Verlander, who was wearing peace beads, removed his bellbottoms because they were preventing him from seeing the rubber wrapped around his left knee. Verlander's high socks climbed to Susie's knees. She giggled out loud after Justin Verlander pitched a coconut out the hotel window.

"Where's the rum?" Verlander asked Susie. In this Pina Colada, there was more drugs than drinks, Vicotinis for everyone. Kenny Rogers bartending, everyone was drinking except Nate Robertson who was flirting with disaster surely, with Kari Dombrowski! Being held hostage by the team who demanded immediate welfare from Obama. Obama declined intimidatingly and he said: "Ask me after the 2008 Election when Sarah Palin's other daughter decides to get pregnant.". Cindy McCain was shocked - her husband decided to remarry Carol Shepp instead of admitting being in love
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"I'm on a mission. Mark my words: I'll be back, and I'll be able to do what I've been doing." Joel Zumaya

Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:54 am

Nobody in this story anymore?
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:54 am

I am really the only one working on this?
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Subject: Re: Three Word Baseball Story Number 2 Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:55 am

Show some fantasy!
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"I'm on a mission. Mark my words: I'll be back, and I'll be able to do what I've been doing." Joel Zumaya