A win is a win. Whether it’s by an inch or a mile. Almost had me? You never had your car. Granny shifting, not double clutching like you know you should...
The people I’m with are complaining about the lack of sun. Just over the French border there are humans melting like Brie in a microwave. I ain’t complaining!
Ah, yes... nothing like the A train smell of a raised arm pit.
The people I’m with are complaining about the lack of sun. Just over the French border there are humans melting like Brie in a microwave. I ain’t complaining!