Hey, Name's Elliot, 22, SUNY Purchase Screenwriting Major. Native Philadelphian, aspiring comic, die hard NY Yankee fan. My girlfriend says I eat too much red meat… which is why I believe I can recite 50 Arnold Schwarzenegger one liners off the top of my head. On this blog, other than the personal/life update type shit, you're gonna find lots of movies, plenty of baseball, some music, and *many* pop culture references... most of which will probably be at least 15 years old. Anyway, if you have any questions, comments, you're pissed off at me, if you wanna give me shit because I own a jean jacket, wear too many knit caps, drink skim milk,... whatever it may be, inbox me anytime, I love getting messages! Even if you wanna bust my chops because I have the audacity to believe that Israel has a right to defend itself from incoming rocket fire. That's it… enjoy! *Oh yeah, and obviously the pics, gifs & all that shit you see here aren't mine unless I say otherwise. (Please, don't sue me, I'm under enough stress already)**** I generally publish my asks. If you'd like me to keep a message private, either tell me or use fanmail.Thanks!****
Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
Me: /dinosaur screams/
The most expensive one I’ve purchased or the most valuable I’ve ever pulled from a pack?
Generally speaking I don’t spend more than $20 on single cards unless I really like it, or it’s a good enough deal where I can sell it for a profit.
The most expensive one I’ve ever gotten in a pack is probably the Kris Bryant I pulled a few weeks back.
Just got back from the supermarket…
about 20 mins ago, when I walk in, it was 2-0 Boston. When I check the score after I leave 10 mins later, it’s 6-0…
As soon as I see that in the parking lot, I stop & go “are you fucking serious?”
Not kidding… about 20 seconds after I say that, it just starts to pour.
If both of my bags just ripped open, right then & there, I wouldn’t have even been mad, I’d probably start laughing maniacally like a psychopath or sit down in the parking lot & start to sob