i aint cumplainin on a counta ifn i had the talent time n equipment, i wood wonta take pitchers lack henry bresson dun, witch he mosly tuck picthers of folks. i lack a pitcher to be lack a cuntry song n tell sum kinda lil story, witch takin pitchers of folks in the city is purrfeck fer that.
i lack pithers with lots a'goin on but one thang in particklar, lack that thar feller in the yankee jersey a'hittin his stride:

this heres a pitcher of modurn life a'walkin down the street:

corse, ye kin find art mos innywhar, even by acksident:

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