Today I went to the Oakland A's game. My boy, Billy Butler, did not do so hot today. I suppose his mamma was not there to cook him his country breakfast. God knows I would have been willing to feed him along with the entire team.
On another note....the dance bug simply can not escape me. Try as I might...the Bernie Lean dance groove found me. Once again I was told, "you move pretty good....for a white girl."
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