Saturday, May 11, 2013
So anyway, we compromised. I’m selling my cup, and she’s going to take her sister to lunch. I don’t want to talk about it . . . that is the best image I can get of the hairline.
a peripheral member of the ancient and hermetic order of the shrill and currently suffering from republikkkan related tourette's. from the SEXY locale of Milwaukee, now with photo enhancements! feline exploitation, art, and random stuff.
