I Have My Marching Orders
By the time I wrapped up my fifth ball game in 30 hours, I could hardly walk. In addition to the sprained left calf muscle this pale Irish guy got too much sun.
TGIS. I've got my marching orders and the kids are demanding WALL-E, or Johnny 5 as I prefer to call him.
I'm heading downtown...
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