Angels bowling in heaven, grandma always said;
I’d nod—it seemed plausible enough for a while,
Til I decided so much bowling sounded more like hell.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
Angels bowling in heaven, grandma always said;
I’d nod—it seemed plausible enough for a while,
Til I decided so much bowling sounded more like hell.
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