
She doesn’t want to see the inside of your mouth.
She doesn’t want to see the inside of your mouth.
She has blue rocks.
I bet all those hands are cold and clammy.
It’s the flower that blooms in Winter… or maybe not. We’ll just have to wait and see.
I appear to have wrenched my neck. Life is suffering.
Borf has been waiting in line for a sammich for 6 days.