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I should have known when I signed up for the Yankees mailing list (eye on the enemy, you know) that it could only bring pain. I have a very big bottle of beer. I shall commence drinking it posthaste.

"I just wanted to go to a team that was competing to win," Farnsworth said. "Closing, I've always wanted to do that, but at the same time, I wanted to be on a team and help it win whether I start, set up or whatever. The main thing was to be on a team that wins."

HAVE YOU PAID ANY ATTENTION IN THE LAST FIVE YEARS, YOU FUCKING TOOL?! THE YANKEES ARE IN A STATE OF DECLINE BROUGHT ON BY PLUNDERING THEIR SO-CALLED FARM SYSTEM AND SIGNING AGING SUPERSTARS FOR WAY TOO LONG!!

DOES ANYBODY EVEN WATCH THE YANKEES ANYMORE? BECAUSE IT SOUNDS TO ME THAT A CERTAIN RELIEF PITCHER WHO IS FUCKING DEAD TO ME LAST CAUGHT A YANKEES GAME SOMETIME IN 2000.

I hope the Yankees get to the postseason. I hope they get there, and I hope that in a crucial game, Farnsworth melts down in a way that makes 2003 and 2005 look like fucking peanuts.

Fuck you, Farnsworth. FUCK. YOU.

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I have a new angry icon. Thanks to piney61 for linking me to the pic.

So, uh, GIP. Whatever that stands for. (What does it stand for?)

Oh, yeah, and technically the caption is a modified quote from Boondock Saints (Rocco: "How did you two fucking - fucks . . . FUCK!") but, uh, you can't really tell.

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Yeah, so lost in my fury last night was the fact that my work schedule next week is cut down to four days. Oh hell no. I am not playing this game again. I was at four days for a long time this summer, and even spent a month at three. I'm not doing it again. I'd rather quit and take my chances with the job market. I am this fucking close.

We are all required to work on Christmas. I flat-out fucking refuse to be around to work by then. That is the most important day of the year to my family, and when I told my mom this morning, she was pissed because this year she had it arranged so that she would not have to leave the house on Christmas.

Chances I will give my two weeks' notice today: 90%.