Bullrunner Humorist Pillows

We met in Pamplona, and now we run three mornings a week.

Life with a professional baseball catcher.

Hello. I'm Ferdinand. I'll be monitoring the levels of bull at your table this evening. Menu. Menu.

'Humans seem to be so weight-conscious: My rider weighs himself before each race...'

'Nothing like being your own boss, huh?'

'What's this I hear about you going long?'

A Semicolon.

The annual running of the lawyers.

You'll understand after you see him pitch.

"...They must be poor catchers, there's two men behind the plate."

'Just so you know, leaning on a rake and looking at the sky is not 'yard work', and thus may not be entered into your 'I do so help around the house' defense.'

"That's right, my dad is training for the Pamplona fun-run..."

"They call you Abominable and me a monster, and they don't even know us."

Expansion 2000: The Baton Rouge Ball Boys

Shows Bundt

'He looks great in the field, but can he bat?'

'Thank you for calling the bullpen,,, To continue in English, Press one,,,'

'So much for the question of whether of whether or not a curveball really curves.'

'He hits better against right handed pitching, so pitch left-handed, to him.'

Baseball contract signing gloves.

'My mother was a race horse. My father was a stablehand who got five years for sodomy.'

'Get over it, Brady. Pitchers at this level are expected to get batters out. Randy there gave up eight runs in one inning...'

"Grandpa, have you ever run with the bulls on wall street?"

'...The athletic trainer's coming with the WD-40.'

Raymond tries out his new sweat-diverting eaves trough.

'Now that she is pregnant, can she have a rhinoceros injection and a Catholic operation?

'See? When we both make that little jog to the right at the last minute...'

You're right. He's gonna throw the change-up.

'It was great! I can't believe how silly humans really are...'

Before baseball, raccooning enjoyed a brief stint as the national pastime.

"I don't think we've time for a risk-reward analysis."

'Nice throw...'

Ok, Rob. We'll get right on it. That was the third neighbor grousing about our yard. It's the natural look. Not in this ecosystem.

Bull with matador trophies.

Marathon winners.