I was fighting every windmill, especially when I was in college.

After work, to unwind, I stand in the yard and act like a windmill. Plus, I never know when love will blow my way.

I started to enjoy the regal sport of cockfighting… but I’m still having trouble getting the hang of windmilling the bayonet

Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough...