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Damn,
I wish I was addicted to playing any sport. I sure could use the exercise. My future wife is already starting to shape up for our wedding. I guess I'll be standing at the altar looking like Fat Albert. Hell, she fed me to death just to catch me and now I can't get rid of the 15 pounds gained. Oh Lawd, I'm going on and and on about nothing. It's pre-enagement jitters. My big day is Sunday. I rehearshed and rehearsed and rehearsed that great speech about my love. I hope it goes well. I have it taped to my car dash board. I'm loosing my mind. Somebody pray for me.
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