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.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
worth dying for (haiku) rise against homage
take a breath, explode we are in competition but claim its no race
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