John Smoltz: the autumnal equinox will never happen.
Davis: we will grow old here.
Smoltz: and die before winter ever comes
David: to the bottom of the 11th we go!
John Smoltz: the autumnal equinox will never happen.
Davis: we will grow old here.
Smoltz: and die before winter ever comes
David: to the bottom of the 11th we go!
me: comfy pants bread and butter
me: comfy pants bread and butter
Two evening snacks, both alike in disappointment
(In our comfy pants, where we lay our scene),
which is to say that they each kind of suck
Two evening snacks, both alike in disappointment
(In our comfy pants, where we lay our scene),
which is to say that they each kind of suck