Livestock: I went back to the coast and watched lizards and I got wet because the tide came in and ate the beach and I had to walk through water to get around a big cliff.
Moof: oh no
Moof: was it deep water?
Livestock: nope but my shorts got kind of wet
Moof: oh no
Livestock: I kicked a log out into the water but it came back to land, so it was meant to be
Moof: sometimes logs are destined to be land logs
Moof: some are sea logs
Moof: only the sea can decide
Livestock: the sea did not want this log and told it to go home
Moof: that is why they call the sea "master of the logs"
Livestock: what else do they call the sea?
Livestock: do they really call the sea that?
Livestock: why did you lie to me?
Moof: i dont know, livestock
Moof: i dont know
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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