So, the Phillies are your 2009 National League Champions but with every pennant in the city of brotherly duh comes a post-game celebration on Broad Street to rival the wildest parties from the height of the Roman Empire. That is to say, if any of those dudes ever fell off a chariot, this is what they'd look like:
I guess they greased the roof of the cabs along with the light poles.
(courtesy of The 700 Level)
I guess they greased the roof of the cabs along with the light poles.
No, I think Philly fans are just naturally greasy.
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