ash wendsday

he liked me
he was gonna show me how to catch a football
he was an expert
after all he had that vikings practice jersey
we threw the ball around a bit
i think i was getting the hang of it
his mom came out
said come in danny get ready
we have to go to church
he said i'm ready
she demanded he change his shirt
he said but why mom, it's holey
she beat the shit out of him

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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