Dum Dum: Great job. I appreciate the effort Puig: No Hablo ingles estupido Dum Dum: Love the additude Yasi. You're back in the lineup Thursday night. Puig: Yo tenia mas confinaza en mi traficantes de humanos.
found some oldies from a while back... bad chad homo belt basketball reasons romo meets hanley... or vice versa nancy b gettin jiggy madbung our former closer andre the royal and tubie's girl... .
Guy to Ned's right: What happened bro? Ned: Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me. Guy to Ned's left: Neddy. That's from Shawshank. C'mon man. What happened? Ned: Where do I start? Guy to the right: How about the beginning of the end? Ned: Ok. That soft bkitch. That guy they call on DSP The Chinchilla. Fucking pussy. That knee grow should be called Blue Waffle. Then there was Ethier. Oh fuck. That little half breed couldn't hit grass if he fell out of a tree in a sandlot. Guy to the right: Ned. There isn't grass in a sandlot. And it's water if you fall out of a fucking boat. Dude. Please. Originality. Ned: Hey man. I had no money from McCourt and his drunken whore Jamie. That bitch didn't even swallow. What was really fucked up was when Sabean caught me with her one off season. Why do you think I went after Eugenio, Lowry, Sanchez and Wilson? He fucking black mailed me. I had fucking plans man. I had sights set on guys like Vizquel who retired before I could get him, Adam Dunn, Giambi, Shoppach, Jason Bay, Oliver Perez, Ronnie Cedeno, Getting Stoltz back. Man. I got screwed. Guy on the Right: Ned. It's Stultz. Maybe you were just in over your head? Ned: Oh yeah? Do you think you could have done better? Guy on left takes a bong hit: (Coughs) I could have bro. Shit dog. I do love the idea of Vizquel bro. That dude was bad ass. But blackmail? Wow man. That's racist. What about Donny Baseball? Ned: Oh shit. Another plan that shit the bed. I had Casey Blake all lined up to take over and then McCourt says "Joe knows Donny is the man, so call Casey Back and tell him he's a locker room guy or he's out". Guy on the right: Takes a shot of tequila. Whoa. Casey Blake? Why not just steal Alfredo Griffen from the Angels? Ned: Oh FUCK! That's brilliant!! Fuck Kasten. Fuck Magic and fucking fuck it. I gotta go. Stan's pot of coffee probably needs refreshing. Guy on the right: By the way. Nice boots bro. Ned: Thanks man but yours are dope!
Ned: Hey there little man. What would you like for Christmas? Kid: Well, I want something for my daddy. Ned: How sweet. Tell me and I'll see what I can do. Kid: He already got it. He said the day you got replaced was Christmas for him all over again you fkucking tool. So thank you! Ned: Fucking bkitch kid!
^ NED: "Hey little buddy, need a hand carrying that gear?" KID: "Bkitch, you couldn't carry my jock! And my nads ain't even dropped yet!" NED: "Damn, that's harsh." KID: "Not as harsh as having $118MM committed to two shit outfielders for the next three seasons!" NED: "Hindsight always has 20/20 vision, my man." KID: "I ain't your man, bkitch! And vision don't mean shit if you're blind!" NED: "Look kid, I realize Carl and Andre aren't that good. But they're already signed; nothing we can do about that now. We're just trying to squeeze out whatever we can from those two." KID: "Speaking of which, I just squeezed something out of my baby ass. Kind of looks like you... and it smells like one of your shit deals." NED: "Punk." KID: "Bkitch!!!" .
Reporter: Andrew. Have you any deals coming into play this week? Friedman: Not at the moment Reporter: So are you looking into a trade or possibly signing a free agent or two? Friedman: To be honest. There is so much going on here. Anything can happen at any given time. So never say never. Reporter: I understand. I mean shit bro. There are GM's all over the place. I imagine your drooling over the possibility of hiring three or four of them. Friedman: Pardon? Reporter: Oh shit! Is that Kevin Towers? Gotta run Andrew. Thanks for your time.
^ REPORTER 1: "So what up Andy?" FRIEDMAN: "Uh, hold on." REPORTER 2: "Any truth on the Kemp to San Diego rumors?" FRIEDMAN: "One sec, okay?" REPORTER 3: "Are you guys in or out on Lester?" FRIEDMAN: "God Damn it!!!" REPORTERS: ~silence/shock FRIEDMAN: "I almost won level 380 in Candy Crush! And you guys screwed it up for me!!!" _
Ned: Am I hallucinating? (Thinks he sees Frank standing next to him) Reporter: Say again Ned? Ned: Oh, uh next question... Reporter: How about a first question? Frank: Did you not think I would return? I told you I was immortal. Ned: I watched you sell the team. Frank: There are many forms of immortality. You yourself wore the decadence of Dodgers baseball for years. Now you understand your reputation is beyond saving and must be allowed to die. Ned:Nooooooo! Reporter: uh. Thank you for your time Ned. (Runs away). Ned: Fuck me. I can't catch a break.
ZAIDI: "Hey Billy, fancy seeing you here..." BEANE: "Whatever traitor!" ZAIDI: "But Billy, you gave the Dodgers permission to speak with me." BEANE: "Yeah, but I never expected them to hire your inept ass." ZAIDI: "Ouch. Uh, well, it seems like you're doing fine without me." BEANE: "Fine? FINE?!!! I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing! I traded Donaldson, Moss and Samardzija, just to make it look like I had a plan. And I have no idea what I've gotten back for them -- no fucken idea whatsoever!!!" ZAIDI: "Yeah, but you signed Billy Butler." BEANE: "Are you trying to piss me off?!!!" ZAIDI: "Uh, no... sorry." BEANE: "Whatever." _
Beane: Good to see you Mohammed. Zaidi: Bill. That joke is old man. Beane: I know. I'm sorry. But it's still funny. Zaidi: In the right context it is. Beane: Fuck context. Just fix my fucking lap top and get back over to the Dodgers table Mr. Patel.
Live KTLA Reporter: I am live at the home of former Dodgers GM Ned Colletti (KTLA always fuck up the graphics). Ned. What are you doing out here? Ned: I'm waiting for a car service to pick me up and take me to the Winter meetings. Reporter: Ned. It's Tuesday night. Ned: So I should maybe drive myself down there? Reporter: Nah. It'll get here. Have a good night. See you in San Diego. Ned: Thanks. See you there.