Friday, August 02, 2013
“Well,” I answered, hoping it would due until it blew over, “turn on the radio, and I’ll run into town and pick you up a tuna on rye.”
We moved shortly after that little dust-up.
“Well,” I answered, hoping it would due until it blew over, “turn on the radio, and I’ll run into town and pick you up a tuna on rye.”
We moved shortly after that little dust-up.
