They once felt like bullets, aimed at your chest. They’ve shoved you, burying your soul deep in the ground, attempting to kill your spirit. Get up and run full speed into the fire. Fight for your life.
"Your duty is to stand straight, not held straight” by the shackles that bound you.
Talking through headset while on the leg press machine= 10,000 eyebrow raises and constipation noises. God bless the person on the other end of that phone call.
Fellow Trabant patron eating: Liquified lettuce through a straw with a side of Chick-fil-a
I DARE YOU TO BE ALIVE
The talk show, The Talk, makes everyone (me) feel uncomfortable. No one wants to have “the talk”. This show is bogatron.
bogatron: a 3rd cousin of the word “bogus”.