There is no reliable test for HGH. By the time there is one, new masking agents will be in place.  This shit of one sort or another has been going on forever.  I don't give a shit one way or the other if they use peds, hgh or coat their contact lenses with vicks vap-o-rub.  CSI wannabe IRS agents neck deep in parking lot dumpsters full of piss vials and gauze pads. pussy reporters breathlessly describing in excruciatingly gossipy detail, personal pecadillos of people we only know through tv or radio or the bleachers. fuck sakes--gimme the oj trial reruns, the chase up the 405. anybody find sondra levy's killer yet?  how's scott peterson doing these days?  gimmee the latest on grade school teachers gone wild. hey, i heard a rumor a congressman used the n word in 1974 and the opposing party is demanding a special prosecutor.

by next fucking season we'll be breathlessly informed of MLB players actually going to keggers before they were 21, loitering, littering, and munching plugs of redman while in high school.

motherfucking do-gooders.

one big fucking oprah springer geraldo telethon with POTUS "What Me Worry" grandstanding this shit in the state of union address.  Inbred motherfucker so concerned about saving children how about he shag his sorry ass in front of a grand jury under oath and spill his guts under penalty of perjury for snortin' enough blow to cover Squaw Valley. i can't even start on temporary commissioner for life Cal-Worthington-Glenn Hartzheim-Putnam Buick Selig, other than he needs to be bitch slapped until his toupee comes uglued and his dentures break on the marble floor of his vomitorium

fuck em all where they breathe...with a napalm blow torch.  

that the sorry ass giants, even with hgh, can't hit the pirates has left me really pissed off, pissed on (fuck you moises) and pissing up a rope when it comes to any belief that these limp-dicked millionaires know what to with their louisville sluggers other than shove it up their collective asses.  they should burn those fucking pieces of balsa wood and sacrifice them on the altar of Jobu.

Well, enough of that... I'm going to hijack the local good-humor man's truck and start peddling anabolics, hgh, crack, meth, blow, weed and jack daniels to all the little heathens in the neighborhood who are tired of 50/50 bars and nut-infested ice-cream samiches.

i'm thinking this will go over pretty good, and hope to open a concession out in left field next to the kiddie-diamond next year.  afterall bonds won't be around, the giants will suck worse, and a new theme concession booth sounds like a pretty good idea to keep asses in the seats and the revenue stream flowing.

 

Now here, folks, is a case in point concerning my diary... This man (Or men, actually, he 's a raging Jekyll/Hyde poster child if ever there was) ought to receive some sort of Blog Pulitzer, dontcha think?