This has all been pretty goddamn eventful. First, durin the Cardinals series, I screwed Erin Andrews after battin practice. Then, over the all-star break, I got back together a a a woman I impregnated post-crappy Dodgers playoff series. So we talked about goin back to my place and screwin, so we did. In the middle of screwin, she told me me she was havin a contraction, but I told her it was just the toasty torpeda workin its magic, so I could finish. Then, its gettin worse, and the the the next thing I know, her damn water breaks all over my damn toasty torpeda. I was'nt expictin it, so I improvised. I delievered it! I don't know how, but I did! So waddya know. I got another baby. Doggammit. I named it Somtin Soriana Piniella. Then durin the Nationals series, I met Obama, and told him he was a man and discussed anarchy. Then i i i i got shot but tmy good ol flab came through for me. Then Obama banned me from smokin a cigarette in the the the white house, so I threw it at him. His security came over, but I told em we were just bein men. So thats about it for this week.Thanks for your time,
Louis Victor Piniella
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