Hmm...I have this amazing ability to sit down and watch an entire Phillies game on TV. If I can sit through that, then surely it would be ten times better in person! And I don't have to pay for it!!!!
I still haven't went to a Tigers' game since the last game at Tiger Stadium. I caught two foul balls at that game. They sit in my closet.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i'm good at getting baseballs at games. I've only hit up AA and AAA so far, but the trick is to yell really loud that you love a player, and keep yelling it until you get his attention, then smile and wave. Next foul ball that he gets, or end of inning ball will go straight to you
Well, I like had to work for the ball. That means me and a bunch of drunks going after the same foul ball. I win, but I get covered in beer. Fun times though.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Yeah, it's funny how life works. If you have perky tits and a nice ass, you can get anything you want in life....including baseballs that men like me have to fight for.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
luckyJQ9 wrote:my boobs are not that great, nor is my ass, but i've got a vag, and that's all that really matters..
oh i dunno, your rack seems rather nice, and that ass.......you could bounce a quarter on that mother! i'm not even going to get into talking about your vag.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown