Well, I'm glad to see you pay that compliment to her. It's a rare one, and she probably won't see it until your funeral, but she'll love you all the more for it when she does.
My brothers just heard a horrible pounding, glanced up, and saw rain coming towards them full speed. They also ran full speed, and beat it out. I congratulate them. They worked like a woman's mind.
No, we'd all have to wear earplugs, and I get ear infections when I do. So it's best that there are no animales aloud on this thread, and at TF there are enough women aloud to counterbalance the animals.
Run, not slither. And if men like to pop - well, women have a much more elegant way of going. Plus, it's very inconsiderate to pop since that creates unnecessary work for others.
I bet you could. After all the time he spent training you in, I should hope so. All I know is that he certainly beat me And I'm not asking for a compliment, either. I hate compliments - so insincere and unflattering. I really loved his post. Got a good laugh out of it. And the most amazing thing is that I didn't have to stop and ponder its meaning in this world for a moment.
Wait...I meant your little guy...makes all the difference in the meaning of the sentence. Brock Peterson? You're getting all mixed up now. I suppose I'm supposed to take the blame.
He's not your guy. That's Buxton and Jones. And from what I've heard, Buxton's hitting plenty, and as a pitcher, I don't know if I'd want to hit too much. Those have to be saved for special occasions.