Michael: Waaaah! Don't want you to go, Uncle Phil! Phil: Hey, take it easy, man... big boys don't cry ! Mike: How big is big?
If too many years pass between good cries, your body forgets how to do it right. Your breathing gets out of sinc, and it hurs. I am not looking forward to when the death of my father finally hits me. I hope I’m not driving.
If too many years pass between good cries, your body forgets how to do it right. Your breathing gets out of sinc, and it hurs. I am not looking forward to when the death of my father finally hits me. I hope I’m not driving.