Wait a god damn minute...this isn't the dinner car!
And where the hell are my god damn pants!
Saturday night will force me to choose between two different social engagements. I hate that.
Sunday night I hear El Tuff is having some kind of SG function. I might have to bug him about that.
This screen is too small and my brane hurts too much for me to type anymore. Bye!
And where the hell are my god damn pants!
Saturday night will force me to choose between two different social engagements. I hate that.
Sunday night I hear El Tuff is having some kind of SG function. I might have to bug him about that.
This screen is too small and my brane hurts too much for me to type anymore. Bye!