Help me!
My stupid mun is one of those raving lunatic Red Sox fans. Like, the kind that names pets Oil Can and has more Sox T-shirts than underwear (no, really) and thinks the real new year is in April.
NOW THERE IS A DUDE NAMED AARON BOONE LIVING IN TOWN.
AARON FRELLING FRAKKIN GORRAM BOONE! Blah blah blah Cabalcakes. My mun has a shiver of horror whenever she sees the name, and she doesn't even know the fandom!
What if he tries to kill me?
Or hit a walk-off home run in Game 7 of the ALCS, leaving my mum dangerously close to being arrested for drunk and disorderly
and public urination behind the Broadway T stop? She
we'll never recover!
She's never going to let me out of my room again! Eventually I will run out of toast! And Alanna's a cool roommate and all, but she doesn't swing that way. I'm going to need to start reading creepy Internet pr0n to survive!
And he's everywhere!I AM GOING TO BE A VIRGIN UNTIL I DIE BECAUSE OF AARON BOONE!