June 8th, 2010, 9:00 pm—Joey’s Apartment: Bellerose, New York
(phone rings)
Joey: (watching Mets Game) C’mon Francouer! Ya piece-a-shit!
(phone rings)
Joey: Hello?
Owen: Joey! What’s up ya guinea bastard!?
Joey: Just watchin’ deez fuckin’ shitty Mets, ya dumb Irish prick.
Owen: Shitty? Things are looking good! We are just 2.5 games out of first. We look unstoppable at Citi Field right now!
Joey: yeah yeah, They can’t fuckin win on da road though! They’ll never go anywhere if they don’t’ win on da road!…And dis piece-a-shit Reyes! When is dis bum gonna start fuckin’ hitting? He’s battin’ Two-Fowty!
Owen: yeaaaah, he’ll get it together though. Give him some time.
Joey: Nah, he’s a fuckin canca in the clubhouse! That’s the problem with dis’ fuckin’ team. We need some team chemistry! We got all these fuckin’ Mexicans on the team, doing dances every time they hit the ball or pointin’ to da sky every time they strike someone out! Dees bastahds should be cuttin’ my fuckin’ lahwn!
Owen: Jose Reyes is from the Dominican Republic
Joey: Same fuckin’ shit! Omah Minaya is fuckin’ racist! We need more white guys on da team!
(David Wright strikes out) (more…)
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