I never really have a clue as to what you’re saying. Cheers! L.
I really hate your beard. Cheers! L.
Merry Christmas Eve! I suppose I’ll give the gift of . . . a real post. Crummy gift, I know, I know. So, there’s one thing that Santa and I have in common–no, it isn’t our jolly bellies; there are some people in the world who believe in Santa, and there are some people who […]
once a month you can be an absolute monster. Cheers! L. P.S. Here is the response I get. You, my friend, are the worst. The absolute worst. (I’m a monster).
you forget to put the seat down. Cheers! L.