When I’m 50 years old I’m stopping whatever I’m doing, moving to a small town by the lake and running the Wing T. The QB doesn’t even need to learn how to throw cause we ain’t passing. Catch bass in the AM and run Buck Sweep in the PM. I’ll have a Beagle Hound name Sally.
Meet Pickles. He got bored and helped himself to some unattended dragonfruit when his parents weren’t around. Needless to say, he gave everyone a mini heart attack.😨