Three-year-old Robert Moore found a way once again to beat the system…
Moore attempted playing by rules (which were clearly stacked against him), spending his dollar bill on a shity toy that’s been locked away for the last 15 years. As we all know you can’t get anything decent out of those crane machines. We all learn the hard way. Not Bobby Moore. He throws caution to the wind and goes for it. Moore learned early on in life it’s every man for himself. I pose this question:
Who’s playing who?
Would you rather have a Battle Cat or a War Elephant?
I’m more a Battle Cat guy. I think you probably would have more control riding a Battle Cat as opposed to a War Elephant.. Feel free to discuss:
Tonight Julie and I went to the Game 6 of the National League Championship Series at Shea stadium. The Mets managed to force a game 7, winning 4-2. As you can tell by the photo below, I started the solid, yet steady clap that lasted all of the ninth inning which put the Mets over the top. As you can tell in the photographs, I’ve yet to find a place to get my hair cut that I’m comfortable with.
