He takes a bow. The crowd roars...no, wait, that was the Scooter. Could Rizzuto believe his luck? I'll bet all his life he woke up smiling. That's why we love him, because all his life he couldn't believe it was happening to him, the little immigrant boy.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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This whole spate of poesy was surely inspired by Abrahamson.
He takes a bow. The crowd roars...no, wait, that was the Scooter. Could Rizzuto believe his luck? I'll bet all his life he woke up smiling. That's why we love him, because all his life he couldn't believe it was happening to him, the little immigrant boy.
Hält ein Mann seine Eier in die Hände
Es ist ein Akt des Gebet',
Wie der Komfort der Wände --
Allein das Wissen, die beide noch steht.
-sounds almost like Goethe
You know, some come here to sit and think.
When a man palmers his balls,
should he putt or reach for a woody?
sighed,
not a golfer
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