The days are good. I’m in Auburn, finishing off a nice Italian wine, digesting a lovely dinner of samon steak and asparagus that we cooked ourselves, and my back is being rubbed; gameday is tomorrow, war damn eagle. The days are good.
The thoughts are crunchier here.
The days are good. I’m in Auburn, finishing off a nice Italian wine, digesting a lovely dinner of samon steak and asparagus that we cooked ourselves, and my back is being rubbed; gameday is tomorrow, war damn eagle. The days are good.