Pour some out for that trenchfoot!
Weekly. On a flaming horse. Hurling bags of flaming horse poops.
Socks with wooden shoes will be all the rage, you’ll see.
Soon to return with a more regular stream of old timey gems. How can you have a stream of gems? Not too sure; I’m too busy looking for work to not mix my metaphors.
Did you think I was done with baseball cards? Not when these jewels need to shine.
It’s not only a slippery slope but a controlled one.
We had to wake up every morning at 4:30 and toss the baseball around until school so “Daddy could get himself a gold car someday.”
That’s so the team I would have been on had I been a homely boy.
