*blue balls not included.
I love this catch phrase (seen on the electronic billboard during rush hour this a.m.). Opening Day, bitches! Mel will be sitting at her boss’ desk enjoying the game via cable. Sad. My vacation time is spent… For good measure, I might order up a bitcher of beer from the bar upstairs.
For your viewing pleasure: Mr. David Dellucci’s roster page.
Seriously… can I get a re-take? It looks as though he had too many muffins for breakfast. Or an extra shot of espresso.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
