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Monday, November 5, 2007

Creep-you-out Monday


Then he stepped to the microphone, cleared his throat and intoned: "Brains. Braaaaaaains."
Posted by Anonymous at 1:52 PM
Labels: baseball, creep

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wait a minute, is that the Vulcan death grip?

November 5, 2007 at 3:28 PM
LadyBronco said...

No, wait!

It's....

'The Claw!'

November 6, 2007 at 8:17 AM

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