It was a subliminal technique. Whenever Brad came to the plate, he’d try to steer the conversation to balls.
At least when I strike out, its not because my wiener is small. I mean, common, look at that thing.. its tiny!!
[red shirt guy] You got a hard on! [white/blue-ish/purple-ish shirt guy] Come here, right now! or [right guy] Can i borrow one of your balls? [left guy] Which one? [Right guy] That one!
Damn it ump, I’m telling you it wasn’t a strike, it was a ball.
Foul ball? Pop fly?
“Fly’s open! Ha–Gotcha!”
pull my finger!
“That was a strike….there’s the two balls, you idiot!”
Are these the balls you want me to hit?
The umpire grew greatly concerned when the ball player called his next shot.
“I can’t believe you called those strikes, Ump! Those balls dropped at the last second!”
“Tomorrow night, I’LL be the pitcher, and YOU be the catcher, Brucie honey.”
It was a subliminal technique. Whenever Brad came to the plate, he’d try to steer the conversation to balls.
Dude, Im telling you, you’re wearing it the wrong way round!
How come I can’t use this bat?
“Mine hangs all the way to the ground.” “No way, dude. It barely makes it out of your zipper.”
At least when I strike out, its not because my wiener is small. I mean, common, look at that thing.. its tiny!!
You wanna know what you are ump? Do ya? Well I can’t say it, but you’re one of THOSE!
No, YOU’RE out
With Balls that small YOUR the one that’s on ROIDS!!!
“i told you steroids make your balls shrink”
AND YOU CALL THAT A LOUISVILLE SLUGGER
Is that what you call the Umpire State Bldg?
Deny it all you want, but it’s pointing at ME! I’m lookin’ right at it! Right there!!
dude ur cucumber left the salid
[red shirt guy] You got a hard on!
[white/blue-ish/purple-ish shirt guy] Come here, right now!
or
[right guy] Can i borrow one of your balls?
[left guy] Which one?
[Right guy] That one!
“There’s no hard-ons in baseball!”
Is my .320 batting average giving you a boner?