"Ain't no thing called English..." He'd run a table on top only. Navy man. His rules were... English is the devils work and hand me that garden rake son...
5 years later my mom came home from Vegas with my new live in step dad that taught me something called "english"..
My dad said, "Bob? My third baseman? He can't hit his way out of a wet paper bag!
All I can do is thank both men for my success and hug the crap out of my mom.
5 years later my mom came home from Vegas with my new live in step dad that taught me something called "english"..
My dad said, "Bob? My third baseman? He can't hit his way out of a wet paper bag!
All I can do is thank both men for my success and hug the crap out of my mom.
