Listen, If You're Not Going To Be

How Old Are You? I Asked Her. "old Enough To Know Better." She Said.

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

I Just Never Felt So Fantastically Rocky In My Entire Life.

This Is God's Universe, Buddy, Not Yours, And He Has The Final Say About What's Ego And What Isn't.

There Are Nice Things In The World - And I Mean Nice Things. We're All Such Morons To Get So Sidetracked.