I Missed That 777

Making the world safe for toothpaste. You will, obey the Oops. I see your eyes skittering but you can't move. Give in. Because they love the feel of you fighting back best. Mea culpa, signed Vanilla Freak. No worries, nothing illegal, unless maybe you're a baptist below the grit belt; but you guys are always the freakiest. Preachers Daughters. Amen. Now let me direct your vision to a football game, friday night, and the smell of freshly cut grass. The sounds of youngsters behind and beside the bleachers, playing their own games, all ready. The assembled cult and parents holding their breath, and then taking them again, amid the PA squawkings. Of down, and of distance.