Call 'em what you want...
Stained, run through the wash with the reds, in the dirty clothes hamper, smelly, sweaty, got a couple holes in them, your mom mismatched them with a different pair, hard and crusty from sitting in your gym locker for a month, whatever...
The White Sox are Dead.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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KillahKraig busted a nut in them and left them in the back of his closet....or whatever
Haha..im lonely down here.
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