bottom of the fifth

It’s amazing how much information you can glean from a simple bottom of the fifth. My friend, the late, great Dave, was just such a good guy and a great friend. He always believed in me and always had my back. I miss our friendship greatly.

I think you could learn a lot from Dave and I do too. We’ve had our differences in the past, but I’ll always remember that we loved each other very much and that we were proud of each other. Dave was a great friend and I will always be grateful for the friendship he shared with me.

I wish I could say that Dave was such a great friend. But he wasn’t. He was a great friend only because we both knew he was going to die. He was a great friend because he was a very smart guy and not afraid to tell the truth. He loved to laugh and he always thought of me first. He was a great friend because, as he once said, “you can never have too many friends. They are like your kids.

Dave was the ultimate friend. He was the kind of friend that people would talk about for years in conversations about how he was a great friend and how he was going to die. A great friend who was a terrible friend who was always going to die. He always had my back and always had my back to anything that was going to hurt me. He was a great friend because he was a very smart guy and didn’t care what anyone thought of him.

It’s hard to imagine a more perfect friend than Dave. He was the perfect friend because he didn’t care, he was always there for you. He never judged you and he was a very good friend because he understood everyone who was in his life. At the end of his life, people who were close to him all said that there was no friendship left. He was gone.

I know I have a feeling that this might sound like a cliché, but the fact that everyone who could do that would probably have to be killed was a huge factor in some of the stories I read. I was a total jerk.

I always imagined that the end of my life would be like that. My life would be perfect, I would have all my friends and I would be dead. What ever happens, doesn’t matter.

The thing about the end of a person’s life is that it is not a “good” thing. Some people might say they do not have a good life at the end of their lives and that they were just going through stuff, but I think that this is probably exactly what they did.

The last time I read a book was probably three years ago, and it was by the same guy. I thought he was an amazing writer, but I must say I was a total jerk. I just loved the ending of the story and how it was the perfect ending.

The last time I read a book was probably three years ago, and it was by the same guy. I thought he was an amazing writer, but I must say I was a total jerk. I just loved the ending of the story and how it was the perfect ending.

I think the best part of the last book is the ending. It’s so perfect that it’s hard to believe there were any problems at all. I think it’s awesome that he thought it would work out this way. Now, to be honest, I don’t think it will work out this way either. I like the ending, but I know many people who are going to hate it.