Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Like anything, You have to pay extra for that…
Or maybe strapped to a tree in a forest full of hungry horny grizzly bears. Is that better?
We call it a 3:45 ass…
This is one of my favorite stories, second only to the princess and the pee.
I kind of like:
Crocodiles?! Do not swim here?
Maybe the commie antifa super soldiers were the friends we made along the way.
To be honest, I’ve always wanted to buy one and turn it into a camping van.
He is lousy with them.
To shreds, you say.