It's me again. You know, the one who got stuck on the other side of broad street last year at the World Series' win till 4am surrounded by naked fat men and too many huggers/kissers? Yeah. You remember. (Be ashamed of yourself) Well, you're about to stick a pine cone right in my ass again, no lube, pointy side towards my fleshy anus with this fucking Phillies shit again. I can hear the stadium cheering, jeering and booing clear as day, those long annoying alpine-like-horns haven't stopped sounding since 7:45, let alone fucking car horns, and drunken wanders keep screaming the score as if the entire world doesnt own a TV or radio.
You came to me in a dream and said GEEK, HOLY SHIT GO BUY SOME FUCKING EARPLUGS AND RIOT GEAR. Yo, God, I totally got the first part but Walmart was all out of the latter. Therefore, please, God, if the Phillies win tonight, shine your favor on my house and allow my lawn furniture (now chained down after LAST YEARS shameful incident) and other lawn items remain intact by morning. Please ensure that my house does not become part of a victory bonfire.
But most of all, please allow the verizon guy to be so stupid, that he'll take yet another ruined phone from champagne spraying on broad street - and supply me with a new phone, for free. This last part is essential.
Yours in faith,
Geek