| Hint | Thing |
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| This guy makes way to many****ty baseball movies | |
| Why do I have to wear these past 3 pm? | |
| I'd rather have Tor Johnson assisting our GM | |
| $12.5 Million, 5.75 ERA | |
| Worst... Beer... Ever | |
| Worst... President... Ever | |
| You ever notice, how this guy keeps talking about random**** he finds in his kitchen drawer every Sunday PM | |
| Mustard goes on brats! | |
| I know they only cost $5, but I break them whenever I sit in them | |
| The only vegtable that tastes like drywall, and has the texture of gravel | |
| Not the Continent, but the Music Group | |
| Come Sail Away, Babe. Mr. Roboto | |
| | Hint | Thing |
|---|
| My arch-enemies. They smell like pine-sol, and always glare at me disapprovingly when they ring up my reading materials | |
| They pee in troughs | |
| Stick to mustache rides | |
| They smell funny and talk non-sensical | |
| He hit for the cycle | |
| Fat guys with EMF devices are not scientists | |
| This asshat managed the Brewers | |
| and his evil sequelled offspring | |
| Apparently you put the bird in slow | |
| Please give me a tip that won't get me my ass kicked at Miller Park | |
| They promised me they wouldn't reunite until Hell froze over. They lied | |
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