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Ever Argue With A Female And, In The Middle Of The Argument, You No Longer Feel Safe Because Of Her Actions? She May Start Pacing Back And Forth Real Fast, Breathing Out Her Nose. You Know What My Girl Do? When She Get Mad, She Start Talking In The Third Person. That's Scary As Hell Because That's Her Way Of Telling Me That From This Point On, She Is Not Responsible For None Of Her Actions.

I'm More Of A Realist When It Comes To Life, And I'd Much Rather My Mother Be In A Spiritual Place In Heaven Than In A Bed, Sick, Fighting For Her Life.

I Was The Guy On The Swim Team Entertaining The Bus On The Way To The Meets.

My Son Is Becoming Me - Just A Silly, Silly Prankster Guy.

I Was Always Big On Laughs, Giving And Receiving. It Wasn't Necessarily Good For My Teachers. Of Course There's Times Where You Go Too Far. My Mom Had To Tell Me, "boy, If I Have To Come Down To This School One More Time, You're Gonna Get It."