Friday, June 19, 2015
There are a few dings but nothing serious. The worst one is on the back where no one will ever see it, that is, until they start liquidating all your stuff when your days are up.
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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.