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It's that time of the week when we gather together and roast some weenies all while rolling our eyes at the stupidity.
Yes. That's right. It's the Blatantly Stupid Play of the Day time award thing.
To announce the nominees is our own Texmex!
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Texmex? Are you gonna....tell us the nominees or...

"Nope, gotta poop"
Alright then. Let's just get this over with. 
Our first nominee is Face in the Wall:

Sad. Although, let's be honest, he can totally still show his face at family gatherings because I have no idea what the fuck he looks like. Also, way to care stupid fans, why is the one Asian tranny (?) the only one even looking midly concerned? Even his teammate is walking away slowly like he doesn't give two shits.
Moving on, Nominee #2:  Ruining the Birthday Party

Fuck you, confused Boston ballsack. Maybe that orange balloon belonged to a child with tooth decay. You don't know!
Our third nominee is refered to as This is Not Gymnastics, Guy.

Pretty self explantory, yet extremely stupid and not well played.
and finally, we have Please. Just Stop.

You all needed to see that to appreciate your daily life.
And the winner is choice E, as always a choice that was not included: Jaundice Tells Ump his Peen Size.

Ump is not impressed, sir, good day.

Notice the absence of a rocking chair. Please stand up.

Are you planning on making ump's head magically disappear with the towel of destruction? Everyone hates magic, douche.

Here's Mauer, slowly realizing his chin has transformed into just a neck of fat.

No bald fan, I will not give you spare change, please leave.
Speaking of fans that need change, these fans need to change their underwear. 

Except for that German blonde child. He clearly knew what was about to go down and is planning on telling Hitler and Satan what occured over dinner in Hell...
Too far?

Here's Grimace, probably pointing at Bay and telling him to hide the bag of burgers they "borrowed".
By the way, SHAVE.

Why are you two constantly together lately? It's like the barn collapsed so it's time for you to bond. Literally.
Chemistry jokes not doing it for ya?
How about Jeter realizing he is about to die the lamest death ever: Death by your own bat?

or Texmex flaring his nostrils wildly because he is done pooping (Finally)

I assume this is similar to his mating face.
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on that note, everybody throw up.