might as well be monday (eight words)
daily dread.
nobody wants
to live
like this.
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.
1 comment:
How about Hometown Dread? I have got the short-timers disease so badly it is hard to not bitch out the rejects that come in the business.
On the Arizona... t minus 31 days.
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