I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards.
I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Friday, December 30, 2005
i was thinking....
how all of your legs were broken when you lay in the cardboard box
how the hell did you go from the street to my doorstep?
i guess you crawled on hope & faith
you knew that if you made it home everything would be ok
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