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"I'm in a bar with the games sound turned off and that Cespedes home run still sounded like inevitability."
I know what you're asking yourself and the answer is yes. I have a nick name for my penis. Its called the Octagon, but I also nick named my testes - my left one is James Westfall and my right one is Doctor Kenneth Noisewater.
Don't know if he's been mentioned, but that Artie Lang looking dude in the stands behind the Phils dugout with the green Phils jacket and fluffy Eagles ski hat is epic.