i admit to it. i am guilty of glut. yesterday i was a complete beast. i did things to a thousand island jar, only the likes of coney island hot dog eaters have attempted. hopefully my fellow partygoers don’t remember my caramel corn grand finale. i’m off...
see ya on the other side of sunday m’loves. until then, the beast and i will be soaking in miss july’s sunny delights. Similar posts:scenes from a weekendthiry-sevensweet child o'minedark &...
i see london, i see france, i see moonbeams disco dance. some hear sea and waves. but for me, my friends, the seashells, spin tales and sagas on par with atwood and irving. on any day a magazine moose becomes my afternoon confident. how is he the only one so far who...
