Why, when I was a boy, we were so poor, we couldn’t afford no fancy Fitbits. I had to follow my mother around, counting her steps. She paid me a penny a step, but she never went anywhere.
Now get off my lawn!
Why, when I was a boy, we were so poor, we couldn’t afford no fancy Fitbits. I had to follow my mother around, counting her steps. She paid me a penny a step, but she never went anywhere.
Now get off my lawn!
Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.