Your lipstick, smeared beside. I adore you, I always have. And every time you overdose I rush to intensive care. Another said I stare… Before you disappear… If this is the last dance, this is the last dance then, save it me baby
Hunter Golden attempts to contemplate the entirety of the 2013 Boston Red Sox – on the precipice of their 3rd World Series title in 10 years.
So who will win the 2013 World Series? We wanna know!
Hunter Golden checks in with a mess of incomplete thoughts, half-truths and other misc. delusions.
Andre K is sooo nootyy when hay dranks.
Andre K just woke up from his ALDS celebration. That means back to work.
Andre K. has lost his mind. We have no control over anything he does, people.
Hunter Golden wraps up his look at Ben Cherington’s 2013 season by taking a look at the fish that got away, and whether or not he should have kept them and eaten them. Also, the fish he ate. Yum.
I will give you six Chip Bucks, an Evan Brunel and a half-smoked Daniel Poarch for that jar of Mayonnaise over there, guys.
Keeping it low level as always, Hunter Golden impresses no one with his analysis of Ben Cherington’s offseason free agent prance through the petunias.
Why? Well, probably because we’re all lazy idiots. Or we weren’t paying attention. OK, no – we’re just lazy idiots.
Hunter Golden loses focus yet again and instead of showing maturity and focus, falls off the wagon again and breaks into interpretive dance. Gaze at him as he dabs words on your screen that profile as happy trees.
New Poll takes a look at the Red Sox and the playoffs. Who DON’T you want to see them play?
Hunter Golden tries to figure out this switch hitting stuff, yells at Pedoira, praises all the Bogaerts and engages in spats of self-loathing.
Although ‘invaded’ would have been a cooler headline, I was ‘invited’ on and asked a few questions. About stuff. You know how it is..