Imagine waking up to Candice Swanepoel. Multiply that by fifteen. That’s how I feel about beating the Colts last night, and I wanted to share that joy with you. You’re welcome.
Poetry is fortunately sill alive.

Imagine waking up to Candice Swanepoel. Multiply that by fifteen. That’s how I feel about beating the Colts last night, and I wanted to share that joy with you. You’re welcome.