When Pete Kozma smack a property run to center field contrary to the Diamondbacks last night, two happy supporters a' a few, we feel a' were planning to get their very own baseball souvenir. Except no one was wearing a, and Mr. Boyfriend wanted no part of catching a football along with his bare hands some 400-feet from home plate. Ms. Girlfriend, however, well she wasnat therefore nimble of foot, and sort of cowered. So obviously the ball hit her in the face/neck/shoulder region, Mr. Boyfriend eschewing any sense of chivalry to protect her from the oncoming projectile. What weare saying is that you donat want to be in a burning building with this man.
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