You won't make nothing the day I die. I'll go out fighting and faunching.
Here we were met by a rugged individual in khaki shorts and football jersey who introduced herself as Panther-in-Chief, the camp mother to whom we could go with all our troubles.
When a wave mounds on the outside and takes its shape, a surfer quickly paddles to the peak, positions himself in its evolving momentum, swings his board around, aligns with the peak, and thrusts himself into its cascading shape.
I can't believe it. Elena is my sister's husband's brother's daughter, and her mother is my boyfriend's deceased wife. You... you can't make this stuff up.
