Out

My cousin runs a food truck that specializes in Poutine. He’s headed to the Poutine food festival.
 

I was born in Montreal. I’ve been in that place in the middle of winter eating poutine and drinking conac. Great food. 

You totally get it. Nailed it. 

Yes it is. Not very healthy but damn good. I go to a place in Downtown LA called Smokes Poutine. They’re awesome. 

Fuck these Fucking Losers.  

We already have an old player coming back..........Albert Pujols!

Wow just checked the score..we actually sweeped them. Good to see Trout have his first 3 hit game of the season.

Thing is, he has to look good to at least be enticing to other teams. Trumbo showed that he had legitimate big power and even made an All-Star team one year. Cron hasn't shown anything

Josh Hamilton is the name
And I served on the Angels Team
'Till Cocaine's calling came
And I tore up some tracks again
 
In the winter of ’14 nigh,
We were loaded, totally high
By May the 10th, MLB had ruledl
It's a time I remember, not so well
 
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the phones were ringing
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the front office was singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
 
Back with my wife in Texas we
Fell silent until you see
I could say to thee,
“Hey, it’s all about me!"
 
Now, I don't mind burning bridges wood
And I don't care cause the money's good
I took what I needed
And I left the rest
But I could never
Have given my very best
 
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the phones were ringing
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the front office was singingThey went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
 
Like Mo Vaughn before me
I just worked a tan
And like Gary Mathews before me
Who took the money and ran
 
He just sucked, and just yelped
The pre-contract roids no longer helped
I swear by the trade I helped create
You can't raise a junkie back up
When he wants the street
 
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the phones were ringing
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the front office was singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
 
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the phones were ringing
The night I drove old Arte mad
And the front office was singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"