I'm Liking That I Can Throw Any

How Would I Ever Know When That Moment Was Right, When Expectation Met Anticipation And Formed...connection?

Teenage Boys Cannot Be Trusted. Their Intentions Are Not Pure.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

Can We Try To Be Wise With Each Other For A Very Long Time?

That’s What I Like About Sports. No Matter If Everyone Playing The Game Speaks Completely Different Languages, On The Field, Or The Court, Wherever They Are Playing, The Language Of Moves And Passes And Scores Is All The Same. Universal.