My son’s first actual game of football: this Sunday, 2:40 pm, at the home field. The enemy is Connetquot Thunderbirds, a raggle-taggle assemblage of whining poltroons who will be chewed up and spat out with the contempt they deserve.
My son’s first actual game of football: this Sunday, 2:40 pm, at the home field. The enemy is Connetquot Thunderbirds, a raggle-taggle assemblage of whining poltroons who will be chewed up and spat out with the contempt they deserve.