Well I am going to have to write a grown up paper about the vision and mission statement of my NASCAR team which will be all shit because I hate NASCAR but obviously my professor never got the memo that no one likes NASCAR.
its funny, because when I called your cell-phone a few weeks back and got your voicemail, I could not decipher what the hell you were saying (neither could Andy), and it resembled the southern jibberish that I heard in "Deliverance"
its funny, because when I called your cell-phone a few weeks back and got your voicemail, I could not decipher what the hell you were saying (neither could Andy), and it resembled the southern jibberish that I heard in "Deliverance"