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When we can't decide on a topic to write about, I just end up opening the flood gates on what could be considered a terrifying stream of consciousness. So, enjoy:

There have been a lot of bad people that have lived and died on this great big, blue planet that we call Earth. There have been people who raped, murdered, committed genocide, convinced people that immunizations and gluten are bad for you and your kids, you name it. Bad, bad people. We've all read the history books. We've all read Buzzfeed. We've all read and posted whatever random, shitty, partisan, skewed web site article that feeds into our current popular fanaticism (Actually, I misspoke, that's you that does that, not me. Stop doing that. It's awful and makes you look ignorant, not smart.)

Today, however, I'd like to bring up a type of person that tops them all. A person that fills me with such hatred that I hope they just get hit by a bus, or better yet, a train, because trains can literally only travel along train tracks, and it would just prove how stupid these people are by getting hit by a train. That's a wonderful thought, but I digress. Ah yes, as I was saying, the worst person in literally the entire world, and across all time and all potential multiverse iterations: The Spoiler.

We all want to talk about our favorite forms of entertainment with like-minded individuals. We want to find out about nuance we may have missed, or the latest conspiracy theories associated with the newest episode, because it's fucking fun and gets us through the work day. But The Spoiler is different. The Spoiler only cares about themselves and doing anything and everything to make themselves look cool. The Spoiler takes to social media and gives away plot points that other good-natured people have been waiting, sometimes weeks, to experience. "Oh man, people will think I'm so cool if I show that I watched a show! It's going to be so cool and funny! I bet I'm the first person to ever watch this!"

Well I'm here to tell you that it's not funny, and you're not cool. In fact this is probably why your Dad left when you were a kid and also why dinosaurs are extinct. What you do is pointless and ruins other people's days. You are the taint-biting mosquito of social media. You are the gum on the bottom of a shoe that's getting tracked all over everyone's carpet. You are both the dog shit and the shitty dog owner who doesn't pick up said dog shit. I'm sure even Donald Trump is disgusted at the thought of you.

So think twice before putting your idiotic notions on blast for all to inadvertently see, Spoiler. Instead of living in your stupid internet world of fantasy, how about contributing to society by talking to people in person, and/or getting a job, and/or being a decent person and/or friend (and/or).

Unlike all of the people in the first paragraph, the path to redemption for you is an easy one, Spoiler. You can come back from this and pretend that your life never went down this path to begin with. All you have to do is shut your stupid, virtual mouth, or fingers...or whatever. I mean, not being a dipshit isn't going to bring your Daddy back, or the dinosaurs, but it may, just may, help you hold on to your few remaining friends. Maybe.

Sons of Pitches Kickin The Punt - TX Live

There are 26 letters in the alphabet, but the only three I care about are U S A

USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA



USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA 



USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA

I wish you all a Happy Fourth of July. I hope your weekend is full of extremely cold and extremely domestic beers. May your hot dogs and hamburgers be plentiful and your ignorance to the rest of the world be #1 - the same number as the greatest nation on earth, if not the universe.

One more time for good measure

USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA

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Balls. 

Natures hairy walnuts. I've lived my life with a constant fear involving my balls. They've been hit. They've been sat on. They've been sweaty. Any they've been itchy. I thought that this would be my life forever, but on Wednesday, June 15th the clouds parted and the heavens sang to me.

"Hark. Thine testiculades shall herefore and thuns be draped with pillowy softness and caressed by thine own divine glory."

So I said. 

"Huh?"

Turns out the heavens were correct and so I purchased my first HappySac. HappySac is a sack for your sack. It's a cloth pouch with a light elastic band at the top that is made to keep your business covered. All they had in stock when I bought mine was the medium but based on the sizing chart and usage I need a large (keep it in your pants ladies). 

This thing is a goddamn revelation. I put it on and forgot it was there just minutes later. It so gently cradled my dangly bits that it felt like I was ass in the air, spread eagle with my entire team was softly stroking my giblets with feathers.

They did not get sweaty or itch. They were not sat on. And no one hit them (although this was probably because I wasn't around shitty people). I'm waiting for the larger size to come in stock (again, because I've got some meaty clackers) but as soon as they do I'll be buying several more.

If you want to feel like Bea Arthur squatting over a stream daintily dipping your slappers into the cool water try one out. It will change your life.

Love,

Paymon

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Dear Dad,

Happy Father’s Day!

I hope you have a great day.  I just want to let you know that I’m thinking of you like you were always thinking of me at the bottom of every beer you pounded.  Like a beautiful lifelong game of cat and mouse, such is your love for me.

I’m sorry for all the times I didn’t quite live up to your expectations.  You were right to burn me with a curling iron when I botched mowing the lawn.  Putting it in my mouth may have been a bit excessive.  But the secret collections of scars on unexposed areas of my body are a testament to the lessons you’ve taught me.  Except for that acid that burned off my ear.  Hydrofluoric: you’re such a smart man.  It really penetrates to the bone.  I would know that better if I had become a chemist like you, but instead followed my passion for writing.  I really wish you hadn’t thrown my typewriter at mom, breaking her clavicle.

But like you said, you’re a sensitive and passionate man.  And you have so much passion and senses that it’s too much for one family, necessitating a secret family in Winnipeg and another in Grand Rapids.  I hope they’re also thinking of you this special day.

May you have another great year and be proud of me once again - like you were when my adult kickball team won the Austin TX Live playoff tournament.

Love,
Your Son

Pitche$ B Trippin'

Don't look now, but Pitche$ B Trippin' is #1 in the Music Conference standings! It MAY have something to do with the fact that only 6 of our 18 teams have actually gotten to play a game, but it's also totally possible that we're the greatest team ever assembled on the face of the planet. Don't rule it out.

Unfortunately, one of our captains turned 25 last Sunday, so she's old and not cool anymore. Currently looking for a tall, hot, brunette, but UNDER 25 lady with strong leadership skills to replace her. 

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After another wonderful weekend of Hardon madness (Kendall’s birthday), we have to sit back and wonder how did this amazing team assemble? Just over 50 people have been fortunate enough to call themselves Hardons. But where did it all start?

One sunny day, 2 Hardons played tummy sticks or dry docked each other or perhaps both (the specific details have been lost over time), and came up with the idea to create a team that would become the biggest party animal team the world has ever seen. After a few seasons this team became so out of control they had to separate into two massive Hardons. Length and Girth.

And to think I was only 6 inches away from making a penis joke.

Penis jokes are so old, I mean cum on.

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Hello my friends, it's 'bout time y'all learned

Of this sweet little move before you get burned

It's certain to keep you rich in friends

If you just give it a try, your embarrassment will end

Well this sweet little move, it's the right thing to do

When it's time to get busy, in your room or the loo

When your partner is ready and raring to go

Don't just ball up your fist and ram it on home

This sweet little move, oh yes, sweet indeed

Push your fingers together and make your best beak

It's the right thing do, I'll say it again

The Courtesy Beak: Your new best friend

Aerodynamically true, lube you shant need

The design of this beak is the best thing we've seen

Now do not forget this when you set down beside 'er (or him, but that doesn't rhyme)

For we will be watching

Love,

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Pitche$ B Trippin'

The forecasters were wrong last week (well, 2/3 wrong), they can be wrong again this week!

Sadly due to not realizing that 7/8 of our permanent refs are all on the same two teams, I had to ref another game while my team was playing. BUMMER. Somehow, I was still able to become the MVP of the game when I called off play in the 5th inning due to the lightning getting too close. Unbeknownst to me we had given up 2 runs in the top of the 5th to go from a 2-1 lead to a 2-3 deficit, and were in the bottom of the 5th, so when the final score reverted to the end of the 4th inning we got a weird win!  

Of course, we had Richie "Mr Clutch" Fischbach up to kick and runners in scoring position with 1 out, so it's pretty much guaranteed that he would have kicked a 3 run homer or something to walk it off.

So with the W, and only one run allowed, and two teams not getting to play ... FIRST PLACE!

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Here's a Hardon bedtime story for the kids:

Once upon a time there was a young scientist who was very smart. He was so smart that he could pick any disease and surely be able to cure it. He couldn't decide! AIDS, cancer, diabetes, heart disease- the list goes on and on. Everyone begged him to help them, but he didn't know who to help. He definitely couldn't help everyone.

One day, a man in a shiny suit and some real cool hair knocked on his door and told him of a terrible thing that has been happening all across America. Men of all ages were having difficulty getting erections and they couldn't figure out why. They would look at super awesome porn and hire very limber ladies of the night, but nothing would work. The scientist was in disbelief and, for the first time in his life, questioning how he could solve a problem. He wanted to help, but expressed his uncertainty to the man in the suit. Well he dumped a truckload of money at the scientist's feet and he was instantly off to find a cure!

After toiling away with pipettes and test tubes, the scientist found that pills and injections did nothing for these poor men. What a disaster! He was so ashamed. Everyone was disappointed and the scientist went into hiding. He wouldn't get out of bed until one night when he had an amazing dream. A wet dream! And there were 50 super good looking people in it that caused everyone to get instant boners. He had his idea!

So he went into his laboratory to create 50 super boner-inducing mutant individuals and these boys and girls would play kickball. There were so many of them active that their team had to split into two different teams. And they would wear skimpy outfits and act very lewd in public places, but everyone they encountered would get erections whether they wanted them or not. He had done it! Men would see them and run home to finally pound one out in the wives they settled for after years of impotence. All was well in the world. He even gave them fake belly buttons so no one would be racist towards them or limit their point-scoring abilities.

They did super cool themes, camping trips, boat parties, pub crawls, and even murdered the scientist at one point to prevent any new science experiments. They did everything together! They never aged and certainly never got too old to act like idiots and make people super jealous of their undeniable boner powers.

The end.