Bad parking, Dude!
I hug your words, I stroke them gently. Like winged birds, so intently… bent on soaring high, they needs must fly, or else wither away. They’re not meant to stay, but travel where they may, ever seeking new encounters with other lonely founders… of heartfelt thought, all come to naught! Are you one, perhaps?
How Could She? It’s an Outrage!
Does Grandpa have the hump again? Since he gave up his Camels, he is kinda grumpy! For Fuck’s Sake, hide the donuts! A question just popped into my mind: Do you think that places that sell donuts get held up a lot? Excluding by the police, of course! Mind you, there might be some officers […]