It’s like a badly written “young adult” book written by someone who has never interacted with another human being, and none of the words have more than two syllables.
It’s like a badly written “young adult” book written by someone who has never interacted with another human being, and none of the words have more than two syllables.
my mom was crazy for elvis…
if she were alive today, she’d be nauseous at the very sight of the shitstained diaper.