
Who’s your boy?!?
Crazy RON might be on vacation now, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying his individual display of high maintenance follicular design.
TRU WARIER? I say tru jeenyuss.

Who’s your boy?!?
Crazy RON might be on vacation now, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying his individual display of high maintenance follicular design.
TRU WARIER? I say tru jeenyuss.

With all the negative media psoturing that is equating Mexicans with illegal immigration there is bound to be a reactionary fallout in the middle of America. The Germans are always having violent clashes with their immigrant population and the American heartland is chock full of German-Americans(read: children of immigrants).
My only experience with an illegal immigrant living in the U.S. was in the office that I used to work at. This chick from Romania overstayed her visa and she never had the fear of being deported. Albeit, this was before Septmber 11, but still she never had the sense that she needed to become an American citizen. The sad story with this girl was when she brought her moms over to the States from Romania. Her moms loved watching soap operas and eating coconut macaroons. I guess they didn’t have those things in Eastern Europe. Her moms ended up eating a whole box of macaroons and they coagulated in her stomach and formed a blockage. Her mom was dead after being in America for only two weeks.
Shit like that never happened in communist countries where people were only allowed one macaroon per household. I don’t hate immigrants since I recognize their value to America. You shouldn’t hate them either. And never feed them coconut macaroons

In coldest darkness
Towtruck tows fatboy’s black truck
Lease due anyhoo

WILLIE MAYS is arguably the best player to ever put on a baseball uniform. He was the epitome of what sportswriters now describe as a five-tool player. WILLIE MAYS hit for average and power, ran the bases with intelligence and speed, played a spectacular centerfield, and possessed a great arm. He was also remarkably durable, playing in at least 150 games for 13 consecutive seasons.
MAYS had a habit of addressing his fellow players with a high-spirited “say hey” greeting, which prompted his nickname as the Say Hey Kid. An exuberant player during his earlier days in New York, he became a folk hero by playing stickball with children in the streets that bordered the Polo Grounds stadium. My grandfather was at the Polo Grounds when WILLIE made that mythical legendary catch. My granddad equated him to watching JULIUS ERVING or MICHAEL JORDAN because they were so good you would be scared that if you took your eyes away for a second you might miss something magical.

During the 1950’s there were many a fistfight on the New York City streets because of the debate as to who was the best centerfielder. Was it DUKE SNIDER of the Brooklyn Dodgers, MICKEY MANTLE of the New York Yankees or WILLIE MAYS. My granddad always rolled with WILLIE. He and the rest of the city were heartbroken when the Giants packed their bags for San Francisco.
No matter where WILLIE played ball he was the star attraction. As his career winded down he returned to New York and played for the Mets. The most important thing that I respect about WILLIE MAYS is his pride and his humility. MAYS began his career playing in the segregated Negro Leagues. He even lost two years from the prime of his baseball career to serve in the United States military. And that is one stat that MICKEY and the DUKE can’t match.
