Just dropped by so you know I am alive!
Published April 20th, 2008 in .The Quickie
Sorry buckos, no plugs, no Dear Malach, and such tonight, I am really busy and don’t have a hour to sit and write a proper blog. I will make it up tomorrow, including plugs. I did get a new song up though.
You are listening too . . .
Best of You, from the Foo Fighters, which is how I feel right at this moment.
Malach’s Video of the Day
I leave you with the Malach special. My softball season starts tomorrow, so I need to remind myself how to pitch.
I am Malach, and is someone getting the best of you?







I hope you pitch better than Ted Lily . . .
On the plus side, Rich Hill and Marquis had two good outings this weekend. Still need to solidify that rotation, though.
What? No today’s news? That is a bummer. I hope we could all get some good news for sure.
Someone is always getting the best of me. Why do you ask?
Is there a bean-ball in softball?
Poor show indeed, to come for a proper fix and get dirty coke.
That was fascinating video.
If I ever turn into a Bull-dyke lesbian with a mullet, I’ll give you a call.
Dear Malach,
are you sure the reason for your lack of post wasnt because you were snorting blow off a strippers ass? it’s ok, you can admit it. it would make me respect you more.
‘Knuckleball’ is kind of a cool insult. x
So I am supposed to go from watching 43 totally hot drivers going around at 200 mph in hunks of metal crashing into walls and flipping cars into balls of flames to watching somoene toss a ball and scratching their nuts on the mound?
I cannot handle watching baseball after being forced to watch football and racing…it’s just to damn slow for this fast paced chic.
Nice song.
So, HI!
That is all.
Angry: I do even Baseball.
VM: Sorry, again will make up tonight
HTGT: Just wondering
Colonel: Not when batting, on a Double play, possibly
Bridget: Forgive me?
Moog: I don’t do the fast pitch though
TM: Can’t wait for my answer huh?
Kitty: How do you mean?
MI: Still Red Sox Nation is nuts
TIff: Hi yerself
Mooooog–That’s fisting, not pitching. Just felt the need to clarify.
Dear Malach,
Has someone taken your faith? It’s real, the pain you feel. You trust. You must… confess!