The crack of the bat, the sound of mucus gliding through the air only to clang against the scorching blacktop and the taste of stale Cracker Jack nestled between your teeth can only mean one thing: run-on sentences...And that you've been temporarily distracted from that pigeon ten yards up on the bleachers attempting to shit directly onto your
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I agree with you completely, you bring up some good points. I was going to write about the other sports you mentioned but the entry was already lengthy and nobody, including myself, will read a livejournal entry over let's say...600 words. Just a waste.
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I can't wait for that day.
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yay?
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