Ahh, the sheer pleasure of competition. Eyeing your shot,
calculating drinks, and trying to beat the tar out of your
opponents.
Ahh, the sheer pleasure of competition. Eyeing your shot,
calculating drinks, and trying to beat the tar out of your
opponents.
"Now do I have 3 swings or 4?", the Inquisitrix asks. Even a sober
contestant can have troubles.
Here we see a bona fide miracle. Rob suspended in air.
This inspires a haiku:
Spring sun shines; calm mind Spheres are center of being Flesh and world are one