Saturday, August 03, 2013
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.
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.