Blues Ding / Thing Erschöpft / Exhausted Habe / Got Jazz Nach dem / After
Difficulties are just things to overcome, after all.
I don't think I've got bad taste. I've got no taste.
It doesn't even matter if I don't win a self-gold - after every meet, I have pizza. Pepperoni pizza.
I'm exhausted trying to stay healthy.
I tend to name albums after one of the songs.
I'm able to run and jump and do all the things I can do. I'm blessed.
After PepsiCo, I do want to go to Washington. I want to give back.
Grant, if we edited Fortran, I assume that you'd put a column thing in there.
I get as excited walking around a CVS as I do walking around in Bergdorf's.
