Anyway, I'm walking, and I'm talking...and then things get a bit out of hand, but I get it back under control. It appears, after reviewing the game day film, that my mistake was trying to give the camera a big smile. Rockie mistake. If nothing else, dad has taught me to glare at everyone and everything...no more smiles.
And, in furtherance of my no more smiles mantra, I was giving my pal Ernie a free ride down the street when he started talking trash, so I had to open up a can of whoop-ass on him and give me a regular-ol' street beat down. You can consider yourself lucky that you only witnessed one body slam into the cement sidewalk. Needless to say, once the cameras were turned off, Erie took a solid beating!
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The first one is AWESOME -- the lack of panic when the cart threatens to pull her over is very, very impressive.
.... to say nothing of whatever she had going with her center of gravity. child oughta have fallen on her chin. i agree. very impressive -- what sport does this awesome ability portend??
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