Can’t blame it all on dancing.

Ha, yeah. Men…chasing balls. Yeah…we watch.

Poem about the baby and the ball; a suitable poetry for starters and kids.

Not many girls have the balls to dress like that in public and have their picture posted all over the web.

This happend a few years ago.

Balls.

The mystery of the ages finally revealed.

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Don’t mess with a chick that knows her way around a tool box and isn’t afraid to go up against the men with a “pair” of her own.

I collect rubber bouncing balls.