Three Word Baseball Story Number 2

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it. Clete walked down to

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!"

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer!"

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot"

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?"

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!"

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide.

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out.

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck

Spoiler:

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?"

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?" He feels as

On Woodward Avenue, Tiger fans cheered when they realized that Todd Jones blew his nose. They were astounded; Gary Sheffield hit Hairston, Jr's face and his hamstring unexpectedly started hurting. But Jones vanished anyways.

Anyways, the real story goes like this: yesterday Clete Thomas woke up, hungover next to teammate Brandon Inge. Upstairs lay a now dead Jimmy Leyland. The telephone rang, it was the cops!

"Run!" yelled Brandon.

Clete Thomas obeyed. While running, they saw a cat, mean as hell, and Brandon kicked it. He didn't really hurt it.

Clete walked down to the liquor store for some rum, vodka, and baby food. Then, he decided to go home. Brandon followed.

"Wait!" Brandon yelled, "We forgot hand moisturizer! We also forgot about Todd Jones!"

"Why do we care about him?," proclaimed Clete.

"Because I love him!," shouted a nearby woman - Clete Thomas' wife.

"Susie?!?" Clete called.

"Go Away, Clete!"

"Haha." Brandon laughed.

Clete committed suicide. Brandon and Susie started making out, then up walked suicidal Todd Jones.

"What the heck is Todd Jones drinking antifreeze for?"

"He feels as if he should