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Yeah, I’m just that cool. Or that other word that means the exact opposite.

Not that anybody’s going to be reading it, but just for the heck of it, I’m going to twitter from Cross Nats. Feed is at http://twitter.com/crosssports

OK. Got that out of the way. Now, the quote of the week:

“My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament… My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon… luge lessons… In the spring, we’d make meat helmets… When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it’s breathtaking… I suggest you try it. ”

Name that Villain!

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~ by crosssports on December 11, 2008.

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