Give Me An Honest Con Man Any

My Brother Allie Had This Left-handed Fielder's Mitt. He Was Left Handed. The Thing That Was Descriptive About It Though, Was That He Had Poems Written All Over The Fingers And The Pocket And Everywhere. In Green Ink. He Wrote Them On It So That He'd Have Something To Read When He Was In The Field And Nobody Was Up To Bat

You Can't Exist In This World With Such Strong Likes And Dislikes.

Why Are You Breaking Down, Incidentally? I Mean If You’re Able To Go Into A Collapse With All Your Might, Why Can’t You Use The Same Energy To Stay Well And Busy?

Liberate Yourself From My Vice-like Grip!

Sensitive. That Killed Me. That Guy Morrow Was About As Sensitive As A Toilet Seat.