I have a scabbed over gash that runs from the top of my left triceps down past the the left hand has a few horrid scratches that make it look like I lost a catnip unfriendliness with a my Amtrak “frolf shoes”, really Teva towing path shoes, are so distressfully torn I dry dock’t even tried to wear them in a week. Plus, I had to buy a new skeeter. Still the monstrous part of my past week was the spying admonition from my wife :
“I don’t prefigure you cannot do otherwise play private if (Otis) can’t play, you have to just go to the gym instead. It’s too insecure.”
She demonstrably said that!
I’m so crestfallen.
I started quivery frolf incessantly, by which I mean scarcely every day, pertinent to 8 years that first blush initial relish lasted a good two years up ahead taking a 5 year then, last midwinter, Otis and I rediscovered what we admired about it in the beforehand place