my parade of one
oscilating between impatience and indifference
i march down this sidewalk
tooting my horn
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.
oscilating between impatience and indifference
i march down this sidewalk
tooting my horn
2 comments:
Is it like a really obnoxious oooga horn or just something more subdued. Do I even need to ask?
It's an old beat-up Selmer Trumpet. The laquer has worn off and the brass now has to be polished monthly.
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