I think you’re thinking of his relative Losie the Sh!t (if ya ain’t winning you’re losing)…
eMpTy Greene…
Heaven sounded great until you brought that up. How far to Purgatory?…
Oh, it wasn’t powered. We just looked at it…
And do they listen?! NO! Kids these days (and get off my lawn! I know it’s a parking lot but still…)
I was “Happy Accident”. At least that’s what I told my mom who would impishly agree…
That’s how my mother raised me. Instead of saying “Stop running in the house,” she’d say “Slow down, honey.” Her positive use of instruction has stayed with me to this day, especially with my inner monologue…
Yeah, he wants a six-pack stomach but will end up with a keg (still)…
A three-pointer right in my empty shoe down to the tip with a squishy surprise…
I think you’re thinking of his relative Losie the Sh!t (if ya ain’t winning you’re losing)…