So I'm glad I can document this and be held accountable. I got my first ball today. It's called the "ice-storm". I also got shoes and a bag. Now I don't intend to buy my talent. It pisses me the hell off when these obese, nasty, lazy women species with no intention to lose weight spend exorbitant amounts of money on new tread mills or those gazelle things. I intend to practice, just as hard as I've been practicing on my shredding skills (which are coming along fantastically). And I rarely fail.
The tour is coming up and you'll be hearing a lot more from me, hopefully some more personal pieces. It's just hard for me to open up because I'm such a sensitive, complex, special guy. But when I bring home ice storm after a successful day at the lanes and dutifully but lovingly lull her to sleep within my arms, pressed tight against my sternum, I might be moved to write another, even more beautiful piece. (Which will finally make you bastards love me, LOVE ME!!)
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