Footbal In My Cave

Church is done humbly my soul not forgotten. My bones of the barn yard buzzard now at my feet breezy fingers wiped on back cheeks the world of us primates now resumes so to speak with game of the cave man none are meek. Crashing thuds of bodies in crush on the hard edge of caution my cheeks long have griped. First downs touch downs second second reason by way of insanity better than sex some here now glorious is the gun when we win.... eh eh you thought I would slip and you grip by telling you the name of my team...: ) it(s real foot ball oh yes wedgie from my seat when I stand up.