War Machine (eight words)
somewhere inside
is something...
something really
really hard.
is something...
something really
really hard.
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.
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