For the love you bring, won't mean a thing, unless you sing....
Sing, Sing, Sing---------- Oh, the immortal words of Travis.... Not quite as immortal as The Gourds and their "Turd in My Pocket" but neverthemore... we have a life here that's worth living. If we could just wake up to the facts.
First. Small towns are the best.
Nobody should underestimate themselves if they came from one. Nothing quite like being a big fish in a little pond.
Second. There's nothing wrong with having a hot sister. It's always nice to have her friends over.
Third. Football season is almost here. Baseball is disgusting. I had to listen to Mike Golic of all people pound out stats about a player that got traded last year, late, and made a fucking difference. Golic? There's a reason his name sounds just like the word "Garlic". It's Ukranian for Garlic/Butter/Pumpkin Seeds. It's okay. His family has been in the US less than 125 years. It just goes to show you that anybody can make it.
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